The precious fresco painted on the ceiling above Becks’ solid gold tub that he coos at whenever exfoliating his nipples with fresh salt (Note: Posh makes it herself by chipping at a salt lick in the garden with her clavicle bone) has now been immortalized on his flesh! Proving STILL that there ain’t no chav like him, Becks debuted his 19th tattoo masterpiece on his Facebook page. The tattoo took 2 sittings and 12 hours to do. To put things into perspective, that’s about how long it takes Posh to push out a pee whenever she licks an ice cube too many times.
The tattoo portrays David as the SON OF GOD and his three sons, Brooklyn, Romeo, and Cruz as baby cherubs pulling at his hair and massaging his shoulders, or some shit. This is pretty much how they spend every Sunday afternoon, I’m sure. This is what Becks had to say about this mess:
“Obviously the cherubs are boys so my thought behind it is that at some point my boys are going to need to look after me and that’s what they’re doing in the picture. Everything has a meaning.. It’s just sometimes I wake up and I think, you know, I’ve got an idea of an image I would like on me. Some people love tattoos, some people don’t. It’s just something that I have always found can kind of express how I’m feeling, or the thoughts that I have or memories. Most of my tattoos are memories and things that mean things to me. There’s not one tattoo that I’ve got on me that doesn’t mean something.”
Here’s hoping that once the next child of Posh & Becks is born, he will add he or she to the family portrait on his pec. I’m thinking that he can tattoo the fourth baby cherub sucking on his nipple or playing kick ball with it. As for Posh, there’s only room for one massive ego on his titty.