I will never have a job that pays taxes (one on the inside of my right forearm and one on the inside of my left wrist); I actually cost taxes (one on my left ring finger...not for a guy, but I got it AFTER my divorce, tee hee); I'm a socially acceptable rebel (one on my right shoulder); and yes, buying me a drink will apparently totally work (my first tattoo, the incredible tramp stamp, or as my friend calls it, the California license plate).