Stick and poke.

So the new tradition at our shop which isn't so new is get stick and poke tattoos when we are all fucked up. Im pretty sure we only have one rule when geting tattooed in the shop and that is you have to be touching a bike when you are geting poked. Tonight was my first time geting stick and poked and geting something from my great friend kyle who is actually an amazing tattoo artist in real life. We have a lot of talented tattoo artist friends that love nothing more then to fill our stupid bodys with used ink thats laying in beer cans and full of grease. Granted they come out awesome sometimes and other times not so much, it's all about living in the moment. Like tonight when rob thought he heard 15 and 8 were the the letters of R/E (Rotten Eagles) If he took 5 seconds and counted it out he might figure out that's the letters of O/H, which is still prettty bad ass but isn't anywhere close to what he wanted. But, being as awesome as we are we decided to figure out if that was right after robs stick and poke was done. Nope! Being the good sport Kyle is he let us have a poke on him and decided to get O/H as well. Lucky for me I went first and only got the shop address which you really can't fuck up unless.... Well yea. Not to self, don't update the blog drunk. Goodnightmornkng.























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