a tower of shit named 'Emanuelle'

Whatever happened to the good old 'mom,' or cross, or akward dolphin?

I don't care how bored you were in 7th grade math class, or during your prison time, a huge turd isn't gonna look good no matter how many stink lines you put around it, and christening it a frumpy French name doesn't help...

Today has been sweltering hot, and absolutely dead in the shop. This morning I caught 'Voldemort' my weasely co-worker making designs for a tahitian tattoo that he intends to do, and then this guy walks in as the cherry, or more appropriately tower of shit, on top.

all that's fit to print...

Another visit with Ajaccio's most lovable asshole.
Spent Monday to Wednesday down south to do a few tahitian pieces and ended up staying longer than expected. First time I haven't drank for two nights in row since arriving in Corsica, which was a much needed and pleasant break. Staying with York's adopted Corsican family, eating delicious garden grown ratatouille and making children's costumes and watching movies was a home-y change of pace from me and Pauline's usual bar stool perch at La Stretta.

This is my favorite shot from this weeks trip, besides one of York and three curly little lab pups, but I figure not everyone is reduced to a salivating idiot at the sight of small dogs and brawny washingtonian...

TGIF

Started this on tuesday, and finished it in our second session this morning- now I can get ma hair did!