When I first saw these pictures of prolific philosopher Megan Fox in Hawaii looking like the bodybuilding toddler with stress balls in his chest, I wondered why in the hell would she ever get David Silver’s government name tattooed near pussy bone. But then I came across this picture (see what I did there?):
Maybe I’m dizzy in the head from the hot dog salad and 4 vodka strawberry sodas I just swallowed, but I’d throw myself on top of a table and take a tattoo needle for Brian Austin Green. Hell, I’d even slip on an Admiral Ackbar mask and a blonde wig and let him call me Donna Martin. And if that’s not a peen print, just lie to me and tell me it is. It’s a holiday!