On my first day of living in LA, my pals decided we should all get tattoos to celebrate our move. I really had no desire, but figured if I got *something* it would force me to make enough money to eventually have it removed. I wasn't even drunk - that was just my normal reasoning. Anyway, it was this super shady…

This would work perfectly during an 80s teen movie montage.

God, Club Tropicana is the BEST.