magic beans

i'm feeling very stupid.


very very very stupid.



so.


yesterday i had the day off. all to myself. nothing to do. just driving around. singing some songs. drinking some coffee. having some fun. and i thought, hey- how's about some new earrings? it'll be great. treat yourself.

there is a place in ybor city that i frequent. it's clean and friendly. but it is a tattoo parlour nonetheless. filled with tattooed people. i'm not a fan of stereotypes, but i have met a few "holier than thou" folks, who happen to be covered in freaking tattoos. call it what you want but i'm right and you know it. with that in mind, there i go. walk in, explain the situation of having my ears gauged almost a year ago but wanting to start anew.

cool.

they tell me what i can get, what i cannot. and i say... wow, those white ones in front. those are beautiful.
so, there they go, boxing them up for me in a cute little box, "wash them...soap....water...blah, blah, blah. yeah, these are nice: they're mammoth ivory.... don't wear them in the shower.... blah, blah."

and i say, "wow, mammoth ivory? awesome."

dude gives me a little bottle of oil to treat them with and i pay. good-bye, thank you.

then i head to the public restroom, pop those kittens in and grab a few beers.


nearly an hour later i thought to myself...








mammoth ivory?


dear blue devil boys,

i hope you had a royal laugh.
you're welcome.