Nacho Tats
I have zero tattoos. I know, weird right? I’ve lived in RVA for 7 years and have somehow skirted past getting “inked”. And I do believe that using a lame word like “inked” is proof enough that my body is artworkless.
Regardless of not having any of my own, I can still appreciate other people’s tattoos. Last week I met a girl named Katy and, totally unprovoked by me, she straight out of left field stated “I have a nacho tattoo”. To which I replied, “whaaaaaa? I have a nacho blog!”.
As you can see in the pic, its a single chip. I imagine that its being pulled by an invisible hand from a plate of deliciously piled up gooey melted nachos. Covered, in this case, by salsa and guac…
