8 thoughts on “Get them while they last , at a local thrift store near you.

  1. I told my kids, when pushed, that they were perfectly welcome to get a tattoo. Their choice was whether I removed it with my belt sander or my disc sander.
    There were no tattoos.

      • Abusive Mom. My wife & I told the kids if they wanted a tat, they had to live with it a year–if they still wanted it after a year, OK. Once they were 18, of course, when we didn’t actually have any control over it. They bought it, though. Of 4 girls & 1 boy, 3 have tats, but they told us our condition made them think, & all had tats they ‘wanted’ & passed on with time.
        I taught my kids to shoot. If I say I’m taking a sander to them, I’d be disappointed if they didn’t shoot me a little.

  2. A friend of mine doing a massive peel-out as he left a meetup, slid out and crashed his iron Sportster. Slid on the ground with the bike a bit. We rushed up to help him up and his biggest concern was the bike he’d just had a monster stroker motor built for. But that he had road-rashed a brand new $200 tattoo off his forearm. His nickname in our group was Dim.

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