Tattoo of the Week: An Ass-full of Betty

Now don't get me wrong. I love me some Betty White just like everyone else, but this renaissance of all things Betty has gotten a little out of control and I think she's about to jump the shark. Loved the SNL hosting gig. Congrats on the movie cameos. Oh, there she is again in that Snickers commercial during the Super Bowl. Hmm... A new sitcom starring guess who coming out this season. Okay, okay. I get it. She's old. She curses. It's hip to love Betty White and everyone's on the bandwagon. Unfortunately I think I've hit my saturation point. Luckily, Ms. White has some true die hard fans as evidenced by the following. Good grief.

Yup. On this dude's neck. Nice.

Majestic.

Four-way at Leisure World, anyone? Anyone?

Tattoo of the Week: Ode to the Toe

Scouring the web for tattoos, I came across some beauts that celebrate (or denigrate - you be the judge) those famous little piggies we all know and love: the human toe. Enjoy.

Some use them as a mathematic cheat sheet.

Some employ marketing logos for a little giggle (a very popular theme out there).

But my favorites are the ones that try to make the best of a bad situation:

Same idea, unfortunately they got the rhyme wrong. I think that little piggy was supposed to stay home. Oopsie.

Tattoo of the Week

There are some things I'm obsessed with that have absolutely no rhyme or reason or relation to my real life. Like tattoos. I don't have any. I don't want any. But I am not-so-secretly fascinated with them. When I'm at Borders leafing through magazines, I'll pick up a random tattoo magazine or two along with my copy of Better Homes and Gardens. I think it's a combo of the actual design itself along with the permanence of the artwork that gets me because, to quote Bad Religion, "eternity, my friend, is a long fucking time."

Now it's not just any old sad prison ink I'm drawn to, and I don't have much use for even the most well executed howling wolf or Cherokee squaw because, if I'm being perfectly honest, I'm a total sucker for the ironic, hipster-douche tattoos most of all. I don't want to like them, but I can't help it. They're funny. And (even funnier) they're forever! So congrats, dumbasses. I hope you're still as passionate about Cap'n Crunch, Billy Mays or bacon in the next 30 years as you are today.

Wait a minute. Scratch that last one. I'll probably still be as passionate about my favorite pork byproduct in thirty years as I am now. Bacon, you get a pass.

Which brings me to the first installment of Tattoo of the Week - fab tattoo finds from around the web of every (in)conceivably random subject and milieu. And it's only fitting that the inaugural issue combine two of my favorite things: tattoos and bacon. Please enjoy the following collection of sizzling specimens. Truly tasteful!

Some opt for a simple side of bacon:

Some opt for a heartier breakfast.

And some folks get downright spiritual about their bacon.