Frat Tat

In 1996 this bad boy was bitchin. In 2012 it is a douche magnet. Every time some dude comes up to me asks me if I was really a SAE, I want to cry a little bit because I know this guy is going to want to talk about how rad his chapter is. No buddy, we have nothing in common other than the hand shake and that we happen to have both been SAE's. No, I do not bleed purple and gold. No, I do not want to hear about what soririties are hot at you school. No, I do not know the True Gentleman anymore. If I would have known the BS this tattoo was going to put me through, I would have cut off my ankle instead of tattooing it. I wish 2012 Salty could talk to 1996 Salty. Sit him down and explain the pitfalls of this tattoo. Let him know how much crap he will have to endure becuase of this decision. Let him know that the tattoo has impressed zero girls. On the contrary, I think it might have scared a couple away. The only think it attracts is buttholes that want to give you the shake, tell you a story he thinks is rad, and tell you how hard core frat guy he is. And no, I am not getting it removed because that looks like it hurts and I am a wuss when it comes to that shit. And I am not getting it covered with another tattoo because whatever I decide to cover it with is more than likely going to be worse than what I have. Damn you 1996 Salty.