Tatto Buddies and High Fives all around what a night. It all started with Collin challenging me tequila shots. He held tough but started to stumble after 8 shots. Then we went into some seedy clubs on the strip and ended up in the Tatto parlor daring each other to get one. So as father and son we had tattoos put on our arm. I have to admit Collin was a bit tougher than I was. Although I did hear him let out a yelp when the needle first hit his arm while I just wimpered the whole time. But it was all worth it in the end because now I have something forever that I can share with my son.
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