Well, I know this is technically an old story
but I was bored and this great idea popped
into my head and I wanted to run with it.
-Love bizkit
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A couple walked into The Green Hornet Tattoo parlor. Neither were strangers to the place. The artist new them well, and he knew what they were there for. It had been three years since he'd given them their first tattoo's, each ones tattoo was a proclamation of love to the other at a time when they couldn't say it themselves. Now they couple was married, but you wouldn't be able to tell from there left hands, at least not yet. The man went first, he was tall and had messy hair and couldn't stop gazing lovingly at the woman who held his right hand. The artist went to work on the man's left hand, tattooing on a wedding ring, one that would justify their love, an eternal one. When the artist was finished the man's ring finger was a work of art, it looked like a strong band, unbreakable by time.
The woman sat down next, and the artist went to work on her hand. The woman too gazed lovingly at the man who returned the favor she paid him by holding his right hand. The artist was happy doing this. It was a gift to the couple from him. When they first suggested this to him, they insisted on paying but he told them it was there wedding present. When the artist was finished he admired his work on first the woman's and then the mans hands. The couple looked at them too. On the woman's finger, just like on the mans was a band, one that was more femine but also looked strong and unbreakable.
"Perfect" said the woman.
"Absolutely." Said the man.
"Only the best," The artist started "For my sister and brother in law."
but I was bored and this great idea popped
into my head and I wanted to run with it.
-Love bizkit
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A couple walked into The Green Hornet Tattoo parlor. Neither were strangers to the place. The artist new them well, and he knew what they were there for. It had been three years since he'd given them their first tattoo's, each ones tattoo was a proclamation of love to the other at a time when they couldn't say it themselves. Now they couple was married, but you wouldn't be able to tell from there left hands, at least not yet. The man went first, he was tall and had messy hair and couldn't stop gazing lovingly at the woman who held his right hand. The artist went to work on the man's left hand, tattooing on a wedding ring, one that would justify their love, an eternal one. When the artist was finished the man's ring finger was a work of art, it looked like a strong band, unbreakable by time.
The woman sat down next, and the artist went to work on her hand. The woman too gazed lovingly at the man who returned the favor she paid him by holding his right hand. The artist was happy doing this. It was a gift to the couple from him. When they first suggested this to him, they insisted on paying but he told them it was there wedding present. When the artist was finished he admired his work on first the woman's and then the mans hands. The couple looked at them too. On the woman's finger, just like on the mans was a band, one that was more femine but also looked strong and unbreakable.
"Perfect" said the woman.
"Absolutely." Said the man.
"Only the best," The artist started "For my sister and brother in law."
