In the interest of efficiency and good time management, this post will contain two responses. For the purpose of bragging without the addition of crap, let me tell you all that I have no tattoos. This despite having been drunk as a sailor in Bangkok, Tokyo, DaNang and Biloxi. Is this a function of my astounding self control? No, just the grace of God. One of my friends found a backward Seabee on his arm when he regained consciousness, and another had a fly tattooed on his penis. A small fly. God is good. I was with them both that night.
Insofar as movie roles are concerned, I would like to be played by a smart, sensitive, stud... perhaps Groucho Marx. Or Marlon Brando. You, Mike, could only be captured by Paul Newman, or Jimmy Stewart, of course.
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