When I say "I have tats", I don't mean a couple small ones...I mean I HAVE tats, 20 to be exact, one for each surgery. My first one was when I was 27, when I was out of town on a vacation with one of my dear friends. It was definitely a spur of the minute decision, but the one thing I did do was call my dad. Why you might ask...well because I always told him that if I ever was going to get one, I would still ask his permission (yes, even at 27)! His answer was, NO! I got it anyway and it was
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
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