Tattoos: Whoring out your body and skin for someone to practice their drawing skills on, and then paying them for it.
In the halcyon days of my misspent youth, tattoo’s helped cull the pool of likely candidates to the sure thing.
Now, they are a statement of conformity.
When queried as to why I don’t have a tattoo, I would respond that I have never hated myself enough to do something like that to it.