Um, I sorta wonder….where does Dr. Proctor purchase his medical equipment? Home Depot?
I think this gentleman will be more than glad to keep his tattoo and just explain it to his future wife.
Oh, let me tell y’all this: my wife and I were goofin’ around last week, when she brought up the subject of the both of us getting matching tattoos to commemorate our undying and eternal love.
Personally, I don’t mind tattoos. On other people. I’ve yet to discover any one particular design out there that I would want to adorn my unsightly frame until it perishes. Nary a one.
Anyway, my wife wanted us to get each other’s name tattooed on our ring fingers. My wife has a rather long first name (and I have a quite small ring-finger circumference), so I suggested that we get our initials done instead.
My initials are GWF and my wife’s initials are TLJF. She gave this some considerable thought, and finally deemed it to be a good idea. Yay, George wins one! But, could I possibly enjoy my victory without opening my big, dumb mouth like Harvey Addanac and totally ruin the moment? Nope, I’m afraid I couldn’t.
Here’s what I said next (like a gigantic dummy):
“Hey, Babe, by getting just each other’s initials tattooed, I can play it off to my next wife that TLJF stands for Truth, Love, Justice, and Faith! She’s gonna love it!”
Yeah. I was dumb enough to speak those words out loud to my wife.
Um, anyone out there got a room to rent (utilities included)? Just inbox me, okay?