Several years ago my daughter announced she was going to get a tattoo on her back. I said to be sure and get a butterfly “tramp stamp”. I even offered to pay. She looked at me like I was speaking a mixture of Swahilli and Portugese. I said it would even change with age. Now she was really confused. I said, ” the butterfly on the back will morph into the buzzard in the crack!”
She is now in her late thirties with a family and no tattoos!
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