This has absolutely no place on The Noblest Rogue but I felt that it was too priceless not to share. Because of their permanent nature, tattoos needs to mean something to you on a very deep level. The star-come-dolphin that you get on your ankle or the Roman XIV on your inner bicep are a waste of time and in my opinion, if you’re going to get a chop, you may as well go the full-hog and get a killer sleeve. Live it, I say. These poor bastards took ‘living it’ to a whole new level. Poor, poor bastards!
You stay classy,