It's the radioactive signal that really brings this one together. It's like my childhood was shipped off to Chernobyl and dropped in the sea after being bit by the same spider that bit Peter Parker.
...and I like it. What's wrong with me? Maybe it's all the hospital drugs running rampant through my bloodstream, but whatever is sort of off with this tat is also sort of charming. You will be so cute when your triceps get saggy and the purple starts to fade and you're being wheeled around the nursing home as you curse the grandkids who never visit because clearly, they don't love you like you love them and complain about how shitty the cafeteria jello is when they put grated carrots in it.
Verdict: totes fuckable
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