My ex got the characters for “God” and “Death” tattooed on her neck for “reasons”. However that actual tattoo translated more like “God of Murder” or something like that. And everytime she ran across someone who could read it they either laughed at her or looked at her in horror.

Ariana Grande’s BBQ tat is still the reigning king of bad tattoo decisions.

Or those soccer moms, the ones who also went around with teeny tiny backpacks, who had a flower on an ankle or shoulder blade in the nineties. Ditto every Woo Girl with a little tattoo above her ass crack. 

Modusoperandi ... you’re ... *heavy breathing* ... my number one ... ahh, guy!

While it’s okay to be sad about this, it’s important to remember that both members of Daft Punk still love you very much, and that you’ll always be their number one guy.

...aaaaaand this is how we got Gillberg