Today our mum was shopping in our little town centre. She walked past a tattoo parlour, and there was a big sign that said:
She immediately thought of me being kicked out of the tattoo parlour with my nip cigar, and started laughing. Which got her some very peculiar looks from the bikies sitting outside the tattoo parlour.
Cat ladies. You can't take them anywhere!
***edit*** Yeah, we just realised it's not Friday yet. That's disappointing!