This is the last thing I’ll ever write as a 30 year-old. And it’s going to be about a guy that looks like this:
Hey man, what’s your name again?Mr. CooL ICE. I think the capped L at the end of CooL is somehow necessary, like he would have had to especially request that - “Make the L big! No, keep the o’s small. Now make some awful skulls! Hey, how much for a bikini top on the back of my head?”
That thing does look like a tiny bikini top to me, but given the general artistic tone of his ink work (and by “artistic tone,” I mean things Middle School boys - and the girls who play softball - draw in their notebooks during class) I would have to say they’re sunglasses. On the back of his bald-ass head. Maybe I’m completely wrong and it’s actually the silhouette of a phone handset. Or a travel sleep mask thing. I don’t know! What I do know is he was probably super pissed when he saw that the L on his back “CooL” wasn’t capitalized. Look closely at that poor sonofabitch getting tattooed in the lower right corner - “All right, I get it - you’re fucking Mr. CooL ICE. Please stop flexing at me?”
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