Tattoos. You probably wouldn't guess it looking at me, but I have 4 lovely tattoos. Since I (and a hell of a lot of other people) saw you naked in Forgetting Sarah Marshall, I am pretty sure you have never been inked. If the day ever comes, Jason, when you decide to join the hipster club and permanently alter your body, I will take you to an amazing, world-renowned shop in Seattle called Slave to the Needle and even hold your hand through the pain. I promise not to tell anyone if you cry.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
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