Everywhere I looked, every hot (or marginally cute ) girl at SXSW was rocking tattoos – sleeves, chest, full legs, probably more than a handful on the naughty bits. But very few were totally sick. I ran into a gal who works for PETA whose nautical tattoos won my heart.
And no, I was not merely hitting on her, I actually think the Spanish Galleon and compass theme are ill. Still I am glad I had already finished eating my all beef PETA-disapproved hot dog before asking her if I could take a picture…
boring,