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This post is somewhat repulsive.
Just my own silly little observation…
I do believe I’ve found a job that I would never want, even if it paid some incredible cash, I still couldn’t do it.
I could never be a tattoo artist.
It’s a short story but it starts with a large woman that I saw standing in line at the Coldstone Ice Cream place one hot summer afternoon.
Judging from the shaking of the ground beneath her feet I’d say she tipped the scales at 300 or so.
This was one big, hunk of a woman.
To get by her on a sidewalk would probably require a city variance of some sort.
I’m rambling.
Sorry.
She was wearing a teeny-tiny pink shirt that showed off her impressive midriff.
Her t-shirt said “You can’t touch this.”
I’m thinking, ‘why would I want to?’
The overall effect was—how shall I say it, globe-like?
Ohhbese? (bigger than obese)
Palatial?
I was unfortunately behind her which is where the thought of never being a tattoo artist came to mind.
I could see the small of her back (a contradiction if ever there was one)
and the unsightly crack of her heiny, a good 2” worth.
Plumbers crack on a woman.
Nice.
Real nice.
Rising up out of the murky depths of her posterior was a tattoo of some kind.
I didn’t want to stare for fear of going stark raving mad so I never found out just what it was.
I have a few ideas as to what it could have been but I really don’t want to go there.
She ordered a mountainous vat of 5 or so flavors mixed together with Butterfinger’s and M & M’s and Jimmies and God knows what else; a reasonable caloric addition to her vast temple of flesh.
Maybe they need to implement some type of weight scale in front of the Coldstone register and if you
happen to “pin the needle” you can only have fat-free yogurt in a kid’s cup.
Hey, life’s a bitch sometimes.
I guess I came away from the experience #1) wondering why some people dress the way they do and
#2) wondering who the lucky son of a bitch was that had to spend 4 hours looking at this woman’s vast backside.
I bet his story is really something to chew on.
~m
The visual I now have in my head is not a nice one.
I have no real issue with grossly overweight people, as most don’t.
They don’t float my boat by any means, but many of them are simply unfortunate and make bad choices.
Having said all that, like you, I wonder at why these people dress in such a way that all you can see is their bare flesh rolling all over the place, and on top of that thought is whether they actually looked in mirror before they left the house.
The scary part about that is they probably did and thought they looked fine!
If you saw a tat on the nice firm breast of a 20 year old, I’m sure you could almost be talked into taking it up as a career path do you think?
:music:
So what’s behind this post? Thinking of getting a tattoo? Daughter got a tattoo? Trying to lose weight? Trying to lose weight while still indulging in that ice cream cone? Hoping to influence someone who’s getting awfully close to obese? Doesn’t matter. But I’m a firm believer in: Never say never!
Hey, I heard that April is National Poetry month. Made me think of Smith.
When the temperature goes up, a lot of skin is exposed.
Occasionally,it makes you shake your head and say WTF ? :yoiks:
I’m not big into decorating one’s body with graffiti but then again I’m not an artist and so I do not look at everything as a canvas. I can appreciate the craft of tattooing .It’s just not something I need to do.
Eww, bad move on my part to read this first thing in the morning.