WRITTEN FOR THOSE WHO FIND THEMSELVES DRYING OUT THE SKINS OF ANIMALS YOU HUNTED DOWN AND KILLED YOURSELF WEARING NOTHING BUT A COCK RING AND A SMILE.ALSO, WE LIKE TO CONSIDER OURSELVES HIGHLY INTELLIGENT AND EXTREMELY MOTIVATED IF THE NEED ARISES.WE ARE NOT SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE BUT OF REASON.SOCIALISM COUNTS AND SO DOES WHISKEY.MAKE NO MISTAKE WE ARE DEADLY AND LOVELY.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Welcome Isle of Man!!!

Since I installed this crazy flag counter on the blog I haven't really been to excited until just recently when strange and exciting foreign countries have shown up on it. The latest welcome addition to this Cult Of Chucha Tu Madre....(drumroll,please) is The Isle Of Man!! Can you really not be excited with the world at your fingertips? I have a couple of new updates on my tattoo extravaganza. This of course after having been raked over the fucking coals for a month and a half with Dermagraphics. Now a little wiser I decided to go with a tried and true company out of Phoenix,Arizona called Superior Tattoo which has surpassed any of my dreams that I never even thought of having. (does that even make sense?) The minute I hung up the phone with them I had a tracking number in my email, a permanent account, login etc.. and last but not least a receipt or bill of lading for all of the products I ordered. Fantastic service. Today I received everything on time and as promised and I could never be happier with the products. Then I heard a loud crash outside my window. I tentatively opened the shades and to my horror I saw the bed cap from my truck wedged upon my sister-in-laws Subaru Outback and the back window smashed out. After the screaming stopped I called Safetilite to ask for the price of the glass. I swear I heard him chuckle when he asked if it was the drivers side window. The reason for the humorous chortle, 609 dollars american ,bitch that's why. So I guess I should start tattooing pretty fucking quick because there went my dentist money.

"there went them teeths" sessions

Cibo Matto may be my asian american, happier version of Portishead. I can't nail down the exact moment they entered my life but I have done nothing but spread their cheery gospel nonetheless. FUN,FUN,FUN. You can even overlook the mispronunciations but truth be told, it only adds to the flavor. Guaranteed to make that drive home a semi-automatic spew of funny catch phrases that can be sung out loud. If "I know my chicken" won't make you sing-a-long you better check your pulse a-hole.
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