I'm not sure if you were loitering around these parts of the internet the last time I took a trip to Vegas, but it was basically the greatest and you're jealous.
Importantly, the last time I was there I vowed, along with my sister and my cousin, to get a tattoo upon my return.
Specifically, we agreed to get these:
"Don't Tread on Me" became the catchphrase that defined our family over the past four years. Because it's awesome, and we are patriotic as fuck in the Rossi family.
Bear in mind this was in 2008, way back before those Tea Party douchebaggers appropriated the bejeezus out of it and made it racist and homophobic and imperialist and uneducated* and fucking terrible and RUINED FOREVER.
Right after Vegas, MoLinder and I drove Route 66 and I forced her to stop at the Rattlesnake Museum in Albuquerque just so I could buy anything with the Gadsden Flag, which was much harder than I anticipated because the woman who worked at the gift shop was a silly little ninny-face who had never heard of the Gadsden Flag because she was probably educated by naught but her sister-mother and the Bible and thusly had never heard of the Gadsden Flag(?). The lady works for the Rattlesnake Museum. Gee whiz.
For awhile whenever anyone made any real or ironic threatening gesture towards me or my person, I would shake my fist like a rattler and growl, "Don't tread on me." It became a thing. But now there are those fucking Teabaggers running around associated rad things with shitty ones, and we're all having second thoughts on the tattoos.
Now I'm thinking "Join or Die." Same idea, cooler picture. But no personal associations with it other than a penchant for US history.
So, a poll: Should we get these tattoos?
I FLY TO VEGAS THIS AFTERNOON. WOO PARTY.