The Blogger known as Lime was nice enough to give me a gift certificate to get a tattoo of Margaret Thatcher to go with the tattoo I have of Henry Kissinger.
Well, of course I had to go drinkin' before I got the tattoo, and by the time I got to Dave's Awesome House of Tats, I couldn't remember the name "Margaret Thatcher."
Dave and I settled in to drink some more, figuring it would come to us through the sheer wonder of alcohol. We were armed only with the knowledge that I was supposed to get a British person tattooed to my arm and that I was sponsored by Lime.
Of course we spent most of the time saying stupid things to each other in horrible British accents, and ending all our sentences with "Old Chap" and "Old Bean," which is exactly how I ended up with a tattoo not of Margaret Thatcher, but of Mr. Bean.
So, Lime, there ya go. Never send an unattended Idiot on important errands.
If y'all want the scoop on this HNT thing, click on the thingy.