Brief, Unnecessary

I still haven't gotten that tattoo, but I was in a tattoo parlor last week to see my step-daughter get her tongue pierced. I thought the person doing the piercing would be all ceremonious and dramatic about puncturing a person’s tongue. But he simply stretched out her tongue with some forceps and poked a sharp piece of stainless steel through the middle of it. No blood, but lots of saliva.

In unrelated news, one of my bosses playfully called another boss a "lyin’ turd" today. Then, after laughing heartily, he hacked up a bunch of phlegm and walked outside to spit in the dirt.

Life really is like a box of chocolates!