On a different note, Amanda and I went to IKEA this weekend. In line in front of us was a Gen-Xer with a tattoo on his leg. Not too surprising.
What was surprising was its ridiculously lame subject matter.
It was a an open jar of Creamy Jif peanut butter. I mean, when that guy's 80 years old and we all live on the Moon eating soy tablets, he's going to have to explain to his grandkids what peanut butter is, why he liked it so much to get it tattooed on his body, why he chose the brand Jif, etc.
Hands down, lamest tattoo I've ever seen.
Runner up? This thing.