It looks good.
The tattooist trained all his life for this one moment.
Could tattoo a man on his...
Once there was a young man with a wooden eye.
Now, he’s very self conscious of his eye. Every year, the annual village dance comes around, and every year, he stands off to the side, feeling sorry for himself.
This year was no different. As he’s standing there, all melancholy, he spots a young lady with a wooden leg. She too is standing aside and looking sad.
The young man thinks, “Now, I know I’m no prince charming, but I bet if I ask that lady for a dance, she’ll say yes.” So he works up his courage, puts on a brave face, and walks over to her.
“Pardon me ma’am, but w-w-would you dance with me??”
Surprised, she exclaimed, “ohh, would I? Would I!”
“Nevermind then, peg leg! PEG LEG!!”
Nice!
“The Watchful Poker Chip of H. Matisse”
Short story by Ray Bradbury.
So, only one eye blinks?