My cousin's husband is a Christian who has a tattoo-- his is a big Georgia State Bulldogs emblem, and it's right smack on his buttcheek. If you ask him, he'll show it to you. His is one of my favorites because of his motive in getting it. Drunken indiscretion? Nope. He did it because it's funny.
He says it's a punchline that just keeps delivering. "The first time your wife sees it in all it's glory-- it's funny," he says. "When you're getting your appendix taken out and you take a stroll down the hospital corridor with the gown untied...it's funny." Every time someone sees it while giving him a sponge bath at the nursing home fifty years from now, it's going to be funny.
When life gets tough for him I bet he can just think about what's behind him and get a good kick out of it. I have always thought that about our hind quarters in general; maybe God put them on us so we could laugh about the ridiculous piece of anatomy that follows us around everywhere we go. I laugh about it on a regular basis and I think God does too because if God can see our hearts, God can definitely see through our fruit-of-the-looms. Whether or not God laughs at all our hineys as I presume, God is definitely in on a very funny Georgia joke.
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