Sorry Your New Zodic Sign Has Rendered Your Tattoo Meaningless

I'm liking the extensive coverage of how the zodiac shift has problematized astrological tattoos. That's maybe the funniest fallout, aside from the viral freak outs.

You know why tattoos are funny? Because they're permanent, and most other things aren't.

Here are some other radtats I came across:

Okay, so the last one isn't a tat. Let's call it a stencil.

If you know anyone suffering from this flavor of douchebaggery, please forward the appropriate sympathy card.

Lipstick On a Pig

Oh Patti, you did it again. How do you find these winners?

Robin Kassner, like  most  all people, deserves to find compatible love. Unfortunately, she's barking up the wrong tall, uninterested tree this week on The Millionaire Matchmaker. Lady's cougin' hardcore, offering up a big one-two Maserati-Ducati combo in exchange for some knowingly forced attention-affection. 

Keep those showers running people. It's about time to wash away the ICK again.

Sads. Grow up babylady! No quality person is going to say hello to that kitty the way you're acting.

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Hello Kitty in a One Horse Town

Dirrty Dancing with the Stars: Argentina Programming FTW!

Sarah Palin might have a shot at the presidency if Bristol tried something like this. She also might end up pregnant again.

Disclaimer: NSFW! (But you're not really working right now, now are you?)

He's Mr. Blowup, He Pops Out Of Balls!

Fetishes run the gamut of human creativity. I don't really get this one, granted I don't "get" most of them. My expert analytical skills, however, lead me to conclude that Mr. and Mrs. Blowup are experiencing, oh let's call it, Womb Nostalgia.

Mr. Blowup naturally conjures Mr. Bucket imagery. Let's revisit. Oh, and I looked up the lyrics for greater insight (see below). I'm sure Mr. Blowup strings together some choice phrasing of his own during his alone time.

"I'm Mr. Bucket, toss your balls in my top

I'm Mr. Bucket, out of my mouth they will pop

I'm Mr. Bucket, we're all gonna run

I'm Mr. Bucket, buckets of fun!

I'm Mr. Bucket, balls pop out of my mouth

I'm Mr. Bucket, a ball is what I'm about

I'm Mr. Bucket, we're all gonna run

I'm Mr. Bucket, buckets of fun!"

Wow! Creepers!

Kudos to iZak for the tip!

The Millionaire Matchmaker Goes American Psycho!

 

Seriously? The shifty eyes, the leering, the uncomfortable touching/questioning/body positioning/coercion...

Q-Tip is like the love child of Patrick Bateman and Uncle Fester. These guys are out of control Creepers!!

You must watch, but make sure to keep a bar of soap nearby to wash off the ICK!

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$10,000 Hand Jobs

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