I have quite a few tattoos. 19 of them. And some are quite prominent. When I go out, I would have to wear a full burqua, gloves, and a scarf to cover them all up. Some of my tattoos could be deemed offensive. Now do I care? No, not really. But for the love of god, if you have a tattoo, I don’t want to know about it! I'm sure there are others out there that have dealt with this stupidity.
These are some of the stupid things that I REALLY have dealt with:
No, please...I don't want to be friends with you...
I'm sure it is...
No...You only appear to have half a brain cell...
Please...Please stop talking already. I just want to finish whatever it is I'm doing. And this usually happens when I'm at the grocery store. I don't know what it is about fucking grocery shopping that makes me a target for this type of asshattery.
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