It's best if you bite down on something. When you come up for air, look at Donny menacingly and say: "that's all you got?" Then spit. Bite down again, harder this time.
I'm thinking of that scene from Young Guns where the very young wannabe gangster kid gets shot and as he lays in the dirt dying the older, veteran bad guy looks down at him and, compassionately, says "take your medicine, son". And then he dies.
It's like that. Without the glam rock.
When we get treatments from Thumbs-of-Death, my mantra (as I bite on something) is that the more excruciating the pain, the more I'm getting for my money. I try to convince myself that I'll be really disappointed if it's not horrible.
Is this as bad as your first tattoo? You did get a tattoo in the 90s right?
If you're referring to the self-administered kind that was briefly in vogue at college parties: yes.
No tattoos here. I could never think of one I really wanted and I saw so many bad ones. But I'm open to the idea if I could ever settle on it. My mum is a 30 year cardiac nurse who has saved many, many lives with cpr. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. She has no tattoos either but always says she's going to get one right over her heart that says "use your judgement".
What about you nevin? Any tats on that bod? A Canadian flag? An awesome armband? A running shoe? Weed leaf?
Is yours a dot, Mark?
Love that story about your Mom!
Funny how we go looking for pain in sports treatments, yet my patients are dying when I floss their teeth in my office.
Oh man, the pain from a dentist poking at my gums telling me to floss more.
No tats on me neither. I was thinking about the French family coat of arms, which is pretty cool with a sea-monster and fleur des lis, but never got it done.
While living in Prague I had the idea of getting an old school compass, but then this American girl showed-up at our school with pretty much the same tattoo and would not stop talking about it, those ruining the concept.