Well, my friends, it's the end of an era. After much consideration and a little help from a jolly rancher, I retired the tongue piercing. I'm sort of sad because I went through hell for it, and for those who haven't heard the story a zillion times, I will tell it once more.
Well, about 4 or so years ago I was working the front desk at a tattoo shop. One of the other girls who worked with me at the front was also training to be a piercer and needed someone to practice on before she could get her licence or certification or whatever. She asked if she could pierce my tongue since she couldn't find anyone else who would let her, and I agreed. (Now, I'd like to point out here that I think of myself as chivalrous and one who would help out someone in a time of need, however, others would describe it as "I'm a sucker") Well I come in on my day off and she's all ready to go, so we get set up and the piercer who's supervising stands off to the side to watch, making little comments on what should be done next. She gets my tongue in the clamp, aims the needle, gets ready, and pushes in... crooked. She was totally off kilter, so she had to pull it out and run it through again. Trouble is, when she went in a second time, she wasn't pushing hard enough so it went in about half-way while still trying to push it the rest of the way through. So now the quick 10 second stab through has taken about a minute and a half. After the supervisor takes over and finishes they both look at me in amazement as I play tough and give the "don't worry, it didn't hurt that bad", collected my things and headed home. As soon as I got to my car, I was crying like a baby. It was about 2 weeks before I could eat real food again. So, one of the reasons I kept it, was that it was a badge of honor for what I went through.
And now it's gone. Sad thing is, I never got to try it on a lady friend, well, your loss... now the oral lovin you get is tongue ring free. (Ha, like any lady in their right mind would let me near their naughty parts with a ten foot pole... Pun sort of intended) There ain't no way in hell I'm getting it done again.
Now, what should I be for Halloween?
I could drink two pints of vodka and go as my dad. Or I could wear a pair of cat ears and go as a hot anime chick. I need suggestions, as my ideas kind of blow.
That's it. I did 13 carts of bulk by myself and still managed a package per hour of 305, so I'm going to go pass out now. I swear, if my dad wakes me up to move the wood that was delivered today any time before never, I am going to spinning star kick him in the face. (And by spinning star kick to the face, I mean grumble and do as I'm told) Goodnight nurse.
Quick edit/update: I'm too tired to proofread my entry, so I'm sorry my grammar and punctuation is much worse than usual. Plus, my teeny keyboard is near impossible to maneuver with my giant incredible hulk hands.
Well, about 4 or so years ago I was working the front desk at a tattoo shop. One of the other girls who worked with me at the front was also training to be a piercer and needed someone to practice on before she could get her licence or certification or whatever. She asked if she could pierce my tongue since she couldn't find anyone else who would let her, and I agreed. (Now, I'd like to point out here that I think of myself as chivalrous and one who would help out someone in a time of need, however, others would describe it as "I'm a sucker") Well I come in on my day off and she's all ready to go, so we get set up and the piercer who's supervising stands off to the side to watch, making little comments on what should be done next. She gets my tongue in the clamp, aims the needle, gets ready, and pushes in... crooked. She was totally off kilter, so she had to pull it out and run it through again. Trouble is, when she went in a second time, she wasn't pushing hard enough so it went in about half-way while still trying to push it the rest of the way through. So now the quick 10 second stab through has taken about a minute and a half. After the supervisor takes over and finishes they both look at me in amazement as I play tough and give the "don't worry, it didn't hurt that bad", collected my things and headed home. As soon as I got to my car, I was crying like a baby. It was about 2 weeks before I could eat real food again. So, one of the reasons I kept it, was that it was a badge of honor for what I went through.
And now it's gone. Sad thing is, I never got to try it on a lady friend, well, your loss... now the oral lovin you get is tongue ring free. (Ha, like any lady in their right mind would let me near their naughty parts with a ten foot pole... Pun sort of intended) There ain't no way in hell I'm getting it done again.
Now, what should I be for Halloween?
I could drink two pints of vodka and go as my dad. Or I could wear a pair of cat ears and go as a hot anime chick. I need suggestions, as my ideas kind of blow.
That's it. I did 13 carts of bulk by myself and still managed a package per hour of 305, so I'm going to go pass out now. I swear, if my dad wakes me up to move the wood that was delivered today any time before never, I am going to spinning star kick him in the face. (And by spinning star kick to the face, I mean grumble and do as I'm told) Goodnight nurse.
Quick edit/update: I'm too tired to proofread my entry, so I'm sorry my grammar and punctuation is much worse than usual. Plus, my teeny keyboard is near impossible to maneuver with my giant incredible hulk hands.
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