For Floyd’s Eyes Only

I realize that this subject line guarantees every one will click through as fast as humanly possible, but at least I can say that I warned the rest of you. My conscience is clear. Well, about this anyway.

Almost.

Cow

“Honey! Look what I had done this afternoon!”

“Honey?”

“Honey?”

Monkey

Beer belly? Check.

Wife-beater T? Check.

No job? Check.

Votes Democrat? Oh yeah.

Tongue

And there’s a reason you’ve never been kissed dear.

Arm Guy

This way, when I sleep off my hangover at the plant, nobody will be the wiser!

Spidey

Moving along…

Operation1

OK, not a crazy tatoo on this guy’s calf. Stupid, but not in the same class of idiocy above. But what’s with opening up the skin?

I’ll make you scroll down a bit….

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Rufus eats worms.

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Do-de-do

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de-do

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Kriskey still in morning, you think?

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One banana

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Two bananas

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Three bananas

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Four

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(Hated that show)

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OK, here ya go:

Operation2

That’s right – boob implants in a tat.

What the hell – he was never going to get laid anyway.

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