I lost the bet.
ramifications are as follows:
first: shaved head. yes. I am now hairless. shut the fuck up with whatever comment you had. that's not even the worst half of the loss. no. not at all.
SECOND: One oregon tat. The oregon 'o'. I hate the University of Oregon. I went there, and I like the school itself, but football wise, no, this town is friggin' obsessed. It's gross. So I hate it.
The worst part you ask?
The locale of said disgusting tat.
The back of my freshly-shaved-smooth-as-a-naked-baby's-ass fucking head. :| I'm so not happy. They were 5. I was one. I tried to escape. I did. My friend tim though is 260. I'm 120.
260.
120.
260.
120.
hmmm. wonder who won that battle. Sure as shit was not me.
They're so gonna fuckin' pay for this. Oh, man. They're going to regret this shit for YEARS. perhaps their entire lives.
For those that are unaware, I have a plethora of tats...and none of them have really hurt.
THIS ONE FUCKING HURT LIKE A MOTHER FUCKER (I'm not sure what a 'mother fucker' actually feels like...but it's always negative, so I'm gonna say..pretty fucking bad)
I cried like a bitch lol.
Was sad.
Oh well.
Shut the fuck up with your snide remarks...before you even think them.
Werd.
Fuck this.
I will never hear the end of this