@Zabu...yeah I definitely would have stayed longer if I could but I had so much going on back home with weddings, babies being born, etc so I had to get home, but a semester is a nice amount of time to be away I know a couple people who have taught in Japan, that would be pretty awesome but a couple years seems like such a long time to commit to something...I like having the freedom to do whatever, contracts kinda take the spontaneity out of life!
Posting topless pictures of your first tattoo on a forum where you haven't even posted before is called attention-whoring and it quite simply doesn't create you a good image. I don't get why people give you positive comments or encourage you to do it but it might be because they want to see more of your naked body (I would find it ridiculous if it was because of the line of text printed side-ways on your back). Maybe you shouldn't consider it to be a great success that you made three random men masturbate, there are easier means of doing that anyway.
No Hatebreeder love? Tisk tisk. Best album concerning lyrics IMO.Are You Dead Yet was a little more generic, I'd agree(although We're Not Gonna Fall and Living Dead Beat are two of my favorite Cob songs)-but Something Wild, Hate crew Deathroll and Follow the Reaper do a much better job of showcasing their talent...I do love their newest stuff, but the old shit was brilliant...still gives me chills!
& I love In Flames...Come Clarity is probably my favorite album (which surprises a lot of people) but I really do think it was incredibly well done.
In Flames is also godly.zabu of nΩd;10154548 said:Yeah i haven't heard much In Flames but i recall them being similar
The Opeth tattoo is better because you can easily just cut your hand off. I would do it without anesthesia if it was on my hand, just so I remember not to do it again. If there were no sharp things wround I would just chew off the pieces of my hand that the symbol is printed on. As for the Children of Bodom tattoo, things would get quite tricky. I guess I would ask someone with a combine harvester to run me over few times to get the fucking piece of shit off. Again, without any medicaments so I get it printed in my brain to not be a fucking cunt again.
It's like it's 1950 again with the male/female double standard.
You can't see anything other than my back