Speaking of tattoos…
Back in 1974, I was a bouncer in a bar. The bar got some big name performers and there always had to be one member of the staff to keep the keening masses from going back stage.
One particularly attractive girl tried to sweet talk me into letting her go back stage.
She said, “Would you like to see my tattoo?” (In the 1970s girls with tattoos were virtually unheard of).
I said, “Sure.”
She turned around, dropped her shorts to reveal a Harley Davidson logo tattooed over both cheeks of her ass.
“Can I go back stage now?”
“No.”
But now, if she is still alive, she would be (probably) the only 76 year old grandma with a Harley Davidson tattoo over both cheeks of her sagging ass.
“Can I go back stage now?”
“No”.