SO, after tons of bed-rest--and a reviewing of The Empire Strikes Back--while I've been sick (bronchitis, for the second time in three weeks, if you must know), Bil dragged me around the corner with him to get inked. Yay. We chatted with mr. tattoo whilst the inking took place -- he's a former pro-wrestler from Jersey. Appropriate, no? And now Bil has the flaming hourglass of doom etched permanently onto his ankle. And I have a cough. But, sharing is caring, so I'll leave you now so that I may find the Bil and cough on him. Cheers.
The force is strong with this one here on the left.
That is all.
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