Long ago, I got so drunk, I woke up with a new tattoo.
It was a devil wrapped around an anchor, surrounded by flames.
I got it on my right arm, and when I flexed my muscles, the devil wiggled his tongue and the flames flared up around him.
However, last night, I got so drunk, I lost my tattoo.
And the arm it was on.
The surgeons said there was no hope of reattaching it. Just too mangled up, so I’m going to be fitted with a prosthetic arm.
Maybe I’ll think about getting the tattoo printed on it.