A woman in Australia just got the letters "KFC" tattooed on her lip and I have so many questions. Less of the "why" variety – because I totally get, but more "where did you find the courage."
We've all gone through weird phases as kids. I went through a phase where every meal included dairy. Those were some delicious years, but my poor family... they didn't make it.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, chicken. Here's my motto for when someone both offers me some chicken or offers to get me a tattoo: "why not?" And that's why I have a tattoo of every character from Fraggle Rock on my thighs, and I weigh roughly as much as the villain from that animated Spider-Man movie.
This intro has really gone off the rails. Let's get to the real "meat" of the story, shall we? That pun brought to you by the fact that in the next 10 years I'll probably be a dad. The transition is already starting. Sadly.