tatoo you!

I remember when I was 17. Whenever we all went out, we sat together in a cafe or a bar and talked. we discussed problems, we criticised things. Mature conversation.

Now, 6 years later, whenever we go out, one bad joke hunts another, (mostly below the waistline). we dance, we drink, it feels as if we were teens going out for the first time and I love it.

Yesterday we beamed ourselves directly into a pre-puberty-phase. I'll say nothing more than that we tatoo-ed ourselves with a pink pen.