I’m not sure how many will think this is gross, and how many funny (like me), but this is what happens to the T-shirts I wear for the first few nights after I get the tattoo. No matter how I fall asleep, I always wake up on my back, it seems. I just wish I could remember to wear rattier shirts to bed.
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