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Out!

I love Wimbledon. I look forward to it every year. I consider it a legitimate response to the question,

“What are you doing July 4th weekend?”

But this?

andy-murry-wimbledon-worst-tattoos

No.

This tickled me

My spectator-only relationship with tattoos continues as I watch more and more episodes of Best Ink on Oxygen.

Hey — some people watch morning talk shows; I watch Entertainment OnDemand.

Maybe that’s why I have started noticing tattoos on people in the street… and on television… and in random Google searches.

Get a load of this girl.

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I may have commitment issues with tats, but I think hers will stand the test of time.

She chose right.

Icky ink

So, I’m watching Dancing with the Stars — which I love — and half of the remaining celebrity/pro pairs are dressed in matching athletic wear for a group number.

Tom Bergeron throws to a commercial break.  All the women in the group turn their backs to the camera, creating a faux huddle.  And there it is —

A big ol’ line of tramp stamps.

Talk about ruining a camera shot.  And a costume designer’s vision.  And pretty much every outfit you’ll wear for the rest of your life.

Now, I’ll admit — the ones the celebs and dancers are sporting on ABC are relatively tame.  But this gnarly site is filled with some truly heinous creations.

Enjoy perusing poor decision making…in pen.

Something’s a’foot

Last month Jennifer Aniston’s 15-year old Welsh Corgi-terrier mix, Norman, died of old age.

The two were often photographed together walking, and she always took him with her to set on long movie shoots.

“He’s just a person in a dog suit,” she once said.

I get that.

This week the tabloids were full of the news that Jennifer got her first tattoo.  What did it say?  Was it new boyfriend Justin Theroux’s name?  Or some mid-life crisis bit of philosophy in Chinese characters?

None of the above.  The ink on her right foot simply says “Norman.”

Now, I’ve never even remotely considered getting a tat.  I’m notoriously commitment — and needle — phobic, and permanent body art requires both.

But a tattoo dedicated to my dog Rory?  Perhaps his name in the simple sans serif font that I favor?  Or a tiny artist rendering of his amazingly expressive face?

Oh yes, I could commit to that.

A hoot

You know how some days seem to have a recurring theme?  Yesterday was like that for me.  And the theme was…

OWLS

It began when I was shopping for a good friend who had a baby. Everything that I looked at — receiving blankets, rattles, you name it — had owls on it.

Don’t get me wrong, they’re cute…but they were everywhere.  And they were staring at me with their big, googly eyes.

I got t-shirts with devils on them instead.  Much less demanding.

Next, I went to the theatre to see Source Code.  One of the trailers was for a horror movie called Priest. Wouldn’t you know it — owls were circling overhead during one of the satanic fights!

Thank goodness Paul Bettany is cute, even with a big ol’ cross tattooed on his nose.

I still made it home in time for the season finale of “Mr. Sunshine.”  Matthew Perry continued his series-long slam of his own looks…and what animal did he compare himself to in last night’s episode??

Well, who’d have thunk it? He really does.