A bunch of us in the USMC got pretty tore up one night and decided to get tatooed--you know one of those bulldogs with the smokey-the-bear hats. Well, we went to the neighborhood tatoo parlor, and started in. As my buddy was getting his done, I kind of sobered up and changed my mind, so I never did get a tat. He didn't think that story was as funny as I do.
But if I got one now, it would simply have:
USMC
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Same story from me. I got sober enough to see those bigger and tougher guys in pain and I figured I would just go get another drink. Worked several times and no ink to this day and never will be.
Semper Fi
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