But no one is home to help me upload the image. So yeah. I'm lame.
Anyhoo! Here's a description. Me. In front of a place called "The Precious Slut Tattoo Parlor" in Vegas. (I was only in town mere moments, Donna, otherwise I would have called you!) It was next to a Cuban cafe where my brother took me to eat pork, rice and black beans. He snapped my picture with his iPhone and sent it to my phone. I then proceeded to send it to all my kids just to scare 'em.
Dude. Brothers do not come any better than that. Thanks for the good times, Jimmy!
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I would think I had stumbled upon the wrong "corner" if I ever saw a picture posted her. Tee hee hee. Wink.
"here" - I mean. Partial promises make readers forget silent "e's" - sometimes.
Blog posts about pictures we can't see is gonna be the next big thing!!
This is the writer's corner after all. Only word pictures required.
I so wish you had gotten a secret tattoo.
That is so hysterical,,,,when I saw that you were here, I was "oh no!" .....and then it was seconds I was, "oh, no problem"...our phone call will be epic, nothing in a rush....but understand my grandmother would have loved it if you had called me from in front of the precious slut.
If that isn't a name from a novel that we need to write I will get the tattoo.
I am so proud my fair city has such a classy place of business.
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