I spent a short time in the US Navy, just long enough to get a couple of tattoos that I put literally zero thought into. One, a stupid cartoon character done at a whole-in-the-wall shop while I was drunk faded away pretty badly, but the other one, a sexy sailor girl (done by Philadelphia Eddie himself!) stayed pretty nice for quite some time. I was sober that time. That was about 44 years ago. I don’t necessarily regret them, but I wish I’d put more thought in to them, especially dumb old Yosemite Sam…

more prisoners == more slave labor

someone’s gotta pick the crops…

oh for real… I’ve always wanted to ask them what they thought the underside looked like. I picture their simple minds imagining something like loose dirt clods falling off and maybe some roots and shit sticking out like I would have when I was a kid…

eww

IMO, becoming a bible salesman is like the most stereotypical con-man gig…