I used to pass one on my way home from guitar lessons and stop in almost every time. The first time, I went in to look. The second time, I went in for a tattoo but left with my belly button pierced. The third time, I went for a tattoo...and ended up with my tongue pierced.
If I didn't have to go back to college in September, who knows what I would have ended up with?
For the firscht week it made me talk like thisch and I kept it in for a good two yearsch before schtaking it out. (I still have the other one!)
Hahaha a hilarious and familiar story! Except that I got my lip pierced instead of my tongue.
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