My ex-girlfriend had a tattoo of a sea shell on her inner thigh.
If you put your ear to it, I swear you could smell the ocean.
Whenever I go on the pull, I always look for a woman who has a tattoo.
I see a woman with a tattoo and I think "here's a bird who's capable of making a decision she'll regret in the future."
I was sat in the tattoo parlour earlier when a butterfly flew past with a picture of a slag on its wing.
I saw a scouser yesterday with a nice bird on his arm.
I didn't think the cunts could afford tattoos.
My son's just had a tattoo of a heart, a spade, a club and a diamond.
I'll deal with him later.