Something we haven’t seen in a while: tattoos. Actually, we see them every day….the I-was-drunk-and-in-college skulls, the we-were-in-love-forever-until-he-cheated hearts, the Asian-is-totes-a-cool-language Chinese symbols, and the imprint-motherhood-onto-my-body-even-more pictures of kids’ faces. So what I really mean is that they haven’t been on here for a while.
Three young men were walking their dogs on a fine Idaho afternoon when a police officer suggested they move to a sidewalk. Harmless, right? One of the dog-walkers looked as though he might run away, so the officer became suspicious and asked for identification. As it says here on HP, the man gave his name and birthday, which didn’t show up later in the police database. Turns out he had given the officer a fake last name, an accusation that was confirmed by the tattoo of his actual name on his forehead. Apparently these things are easy to forget…
