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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

10 Nov: Tattoo poll ends


     Well hallo everyone, it’s Mrs. Stivic, the lunch lady, again.  That nice young man asked me to let you know what the results from the last poll were.  As I remember, it was on different kinds of them tattoo things that sailors and convicts sometimes get on their arms.  I remember when Mr. Stivic, God rest his soul, was a prison guard over at the Wisconsin State Reformatory. Well, that was before we moved to Oshkosh, don-chya-no?  My uncle Jim got him a job there after the war, when he got out of them Marines.  Well, he used to tell me stories about them convicts and how they’d give themselves tattoos ‘n such…ooohhh, I feel a little faint just thinking about it!
     So, here are them results from the poll.  It looks like poor old Popeye only got one vote; maybe he needs to eat a little more spinach, hehe!  And the next possibility was a “tramp stamp.”  I don’t know what that would be, but it didn’t get any votes anyways, don-chya-no?  The third one was to get a tattoo for that Obama fella on your…well, on a certain part of… well, let’s just say “over” your heart, ok? (*mumbling from off stage*) Oh, yes over your heart or on a “sack.”  Hmmm, I’m not really sure why you would get one on a sack… (*looking around*)  do they mean like a grocery sack? (*more mumbling from off stage*)  Oh my!  Ooohhh, I feel faint again… (*fanning*)
     I just don’t know if I can continue this, Mr. man.  (*mumbling from off stage*) Oh, ok, I know, there’s just one more.  It looks like the winner is this bar code thing with two votes.  I don’t know what that one is either.  A bar code?  Well, you know, I’ve never been in a bar, except that one time I had to go pick up Mr. Stivic, God rest his soul, because that bartender, Mr. Casey, took his keys away after he, well, not to speak ill of the deceased you know, but he had a little too much that fourth of July back in 1965, don-chya-no?  Ooohhh, I’ve got to be off now, my buns need warming up before lunch.  Bye-bye, now!

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