I wanted to get something about music on my body. I also didn't want to get a music note or a bass clef. I got a tape.

So now that I’m fully in my 48 year old midlife crisis era, I wanted to get a tattoo about music. Normally I hate stories behind tattoos but I wanted to get something sentimental.

$325 motherfucker!

I would pay $5 a month to text the real you. Just so someone could be the recipient of the commentary on my clown car of a life.

It was that bad!

Sweet. Thank you.

I’m going to send a copy of it to @garbageskeleton.skin to see what he thinks.

The problem with conspiracy freaks these days is that they are unbelievably fucking lazy

Sorry for the late reply, but his proper name is Gleny Danzig.

Big mouth McInappropriate at your service.