Ahahahahaha. That's a great one. I'm just sitting here giggling.

I thought about getting one ear pierced back in the 60s, and probably would have but nobody could tell me for absolutely sure which ear meant you were gay and signaling and which ear meant you were straight.

Looking back on it, there probably wasn't a right or wrong ear.

I've never gotten a tattoo either. I could never quite seem to get drunk enough, I always passed out first. Then I quit drinking and the motivation just wasn't the same.

I turn 70 next July. I reckon I'll be old enough for a tattoo by then if I am so inclined.

It seems to me you suffered from a 'female conspiracy' in your house. Daisy, Shortie and Blondie all had their parts to play and landed you like a big old catfish.

"It was a really clean shop." Ahahahahaha