September 10th, 2001


Inky dinky doo.

My mom spent the past week in Myrtle Beach with some of her friends. She was telling me about how there was a well-built, blonde-haired, blue-eyed 21-year-old boy across the street that she and the other dirty old ladies were gawking at. His name was Johnny and he was often seen shirtless mowing the lawn across the street. My mother claims that she asked to see his tattoo as her "in" to get a closer look at him. Johnny's last name turns out to be Hancock, and his tattoo was the big John Hancock signature from the Constitution across his shoulders.

That may be the best damn tattoo I have ever heard of.
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