Everyone makes decisions differently about getting tattoos. Some people take a long time to think everything through and some people decide to do it spontaneously and emotionally. Most people from our compilation are probably spontaneous. But sometimes, even if you are careful with choosing your tattoos, you still might get a controversial one like the guy in the last picture.Bright Side came across several tattoos that made our eyebrows go up.“The sketch I made for my tattoo vs What I ended up with”
Treble clef tattoo
Her tattoo says “fresh spring rolls” in Thai.
“My wife and I had matching tattoos planned. I went first, hers was scheduled for a week after that. That was 4 days ago, 2 days ago we decided to get a divorce due to obviously unforeseen unfortunate circumstances. I’m an idiot.”
“My friend got a tattoo.”
And where are the legs?
“My friend bought a tattoo gun on amazon for £100. Tattooed Darth Vader on himself.”
“A friend of mine got a tattoo of some flowers, looks… Great!”
“So my buddy’s step-sister got a tattoo of her mother…”
“My awesome Star Wars tattoo”
“A buddy of mine has a friend who gave himself this in the 8th grade.”
“Okay, there may be a typo here…”
What’s up with these poor animals?
Well, this word is not easy to spell, so…
A guy got the same tattoo as the dog he got. It turned out that the tattoo means that the dog was neutered.
Later, the man said that he knew what the tattoo meant. He just wanted to do something for his dog to reinforce their connection. “My dog is always with me now.” We probably wouldn’t have done the same.
Have you ever gotten a bad tattoo that you regret? Tell us about it in the comment section below!
My neighbor pelted my car with eggs because he claimed it obstructed the view of his Halloween decorations
When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it’s a prank — until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.
I was bone-tired, the kind of tired where you can barely remember if you’ve brushed your teeth or fed the dog.
My days had become a blur since the twins were born.
Don’t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my adorable darlings, but wrangling two newborns mostly by myself was a Herculean task. I hadn’t slept a full night in months. Halloween was just around the corner and the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, but not me.
I could hardly muster the energy to decorate, let alone keep up with the suburban festivities.
Then there was Brad.
The man took Halloween so seriously that you’d think his life depended on it. Every year, he turned his house into a haunted carnival complete with gravestones, dioramas of skeletons, huge jack-o’-lanterns, the works.
And the smug look on his face every time someone complimented him? Please.
His spectacle enamored the entire block. But me? I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open to care about Brad’s ridiculous haunted house.
It was a typical October morning when everything started to unravel.
I shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in my arm. I blinked at the sight before me. Somebody had egged my car! Broken bits of shell were stuck in the semi-congealed goo, which was dripping down the windshield like some twisted breakfast special.
“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, staring at the mess.
I had parked in front of Brad’s house the night before. It’s not like I had much choice. The twins’ stroller was impossible to push all the way from down the street, so I’d parked close to our door.
At first, I thought it had to be a prank. But when I noticed the egg splatters reached all the way to Brad’s front porch, my suspicion turned into certainty.
This had Brad written all over it.
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