Sooooo, remember how I told you that yesterday was Brock's 21st birthday about 3835795769365 times??
Well, are you wondering what we did?
You should be. It should be killing you.
I could just tell you, but instead I will give you a little hint....
Okay, that was a big hint.
We got inked up, homes.
That's my best attempt at sounding gangster.
But all jokes aside, we really did get tattoos.
I don't know who's idea it was (it was mine) to get them, all I know is I forgot how much it hurt.
Needles in my ribs, people. IN MY RIBS.
It hurt so bad, but it was totally worth it. It still hurts right now, but it's just a subtle reminder of how hardcore I am. Want to know what we got?? You'll think we are crazy!
I got Brock's name on my butt.
just kidding :)
We did get matching tattoos though.
I know what you're thinking.
"Oh my gawwwwwwd why would you do that??" "What if you break up?" "Don't you know that is a horrible idea???"
All I have to say is I have no regrets, and leave me and my awesome tattoo alone!
Take a looksie!
You can call me lil Wayne from now on, if you want.