We collect tattoos.  Here are a few of my husband’s tattoos (warning…turn your head if you scare easily).  There are more, but here is a little sample.  His best friend is a tattoo artist.  When he first started, he would practice on chickens and on Todd.  We all lived together, so it was nice to come home to tattooed dead chickens everywhere.  He said that the chicken skin would react to the ink similarly to how human skin would.  He would practice a lot; because he was so afraid he would mess up and permanently ruin someone’s skin.

From chickens, he graduated to Todd.  Todd has been a work in progress for Cliff and god knows he has done his fair share of work on me.  So I thought I would share a little of my guinea pig with you.  It’s not fair for me to keep all his sexiness to myself…