Anyone with tattoos?

Oh yea! And so young… :blush: When’s your anniversary?



Dragon and panther were done 33 years ago ( bloody hell, that long) hence the condition. It supposed to say Hong Kong over the dragon because that’s where I got it done. At Pinkies.
The panther I got done when I came home the next leave.
The other one celebrates my 6 months sober.
The one below is a design my daughter has done for a year though it probably won’t get done till next year. Cost.

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I have many, also been getting them since my teens, 1st one was done by a friend with a pin, some thread and India ink. Now if I counted (ok just counted) I have 28. I’m shooting for 33. Chest, back and maybe something discreet on my hands are yet to come…I have one from a failed attempt at sobreity that now has new life…

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Love that one…

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Thank you…

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I have a tattoo, but I don’t want to talk about it. :flushed:

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January 19th. I will probably get some smaller ones in the meantime, but my next big one will be my reward.

Eh…a bit faded after 28 years.

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Ain’t we all mate! :joy::joy::joy:

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I got this lion on my heart to symbolize strength and courage.

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Now I really want to know!!!

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I bet its a small kitten on the small of his back

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Or maybe…
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Legend has it that the WWI Imperial German Army reported the US Marines they had faced in the Belleau Wood were “Teuful Hunden”, loosely translated into English as “Devil Dogs”.

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Maybe this

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Nope…gotta be this
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I was 19 and crazy in love. I was a stranger in a strange land, up to my eyeballs in shit. One night, while I was carving out my name in the tree of life, I had an itch that needed to be scratched, an itch that could only be scratched by the needle of a tattoo gun. I walked, nay, I strut into the only business open at that ungodly hour, and that alone should have served as a warning, an ominous one that I turned a blind eye to. None the less, as I stood there, not a sound penetrated the stale air, I pointed to the wall and said, “that one, right there”. Then, I lieshirtless as what I can only assume is one of Hell’s rejects goes to work on my back. 10 minutes later, I rise, permanently marked with the blood of the devil himself…

And that’s how it went down, man.

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One of the pieces I’ve tattooed. The middle chemical is serotonin.

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