Every time I leave the dentist's office I calculate how many hours worth of custom tattooing I could have gotten instead.
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January 27, 2009
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I sure do feel your pain, there! I'm still laughing at this thought!
Hope all the work was done and with ease and as little pain was very, very minimal.
Posted by: Ginger | January 27, 2009 at 06:11 PM
every time I leave a tattoo studio, I lisp to myself how many hours of dental work I could have gotten instead.
Posted by: | January 28, 2009 at 09:14 PM