In tattoos and in choosing to move to Pittsburgh; there are no do-overs.
Pittsburgh. Home to many great things; great schools and universities, the most bridges of any city in the world, a big hipster population, and, of course, it is the city of brotherly resenting Philadelphia. It also has the Steelers (good) and Steelers fans (weird), and apparently it has no requirements for becoming a tattoo artist (bad, ugly). These awful specimens make us truly wonder whether the EPA should get in there and make sure nothing is making the artist's hands shake or client's brains soft, because Pittsburgh would win way more titles if it the Super Bowl involved getting terrible tattoos.
"The Steelers logo except with a tiny 's', a 4-dimensional space vagina, and two butts touching."
"In case they lose again, I want to be able to end it immediately."
"But you can only add them on the right now..." "Oh. Well then I hope they never win again."
A tramp stamp of a tramp? Hopefully that tattoo lady doesn't roll over or we'll all get Inceptioned.
"Juge Brown, I want $500 because he told me this tattoo looked fine, and I believed him!"
"Gimme a distorted helmet that only fits little grey aliens, but put it on my bendiest body part."
"What's wrong with this? The Pirates, the Penguins and the Steel. The Steel. The Steel? Crap."
We only had two things on that pirate ship: tattoos and a Steelers satellite package.
This looks like five Klansmen having a birthday party.