Tattoos are Neat and Cool

So, lately I’ve been spending a lot of time with the brothers Sandler. Recently, eldest brother came back from a trip to Brazil. Said trip was extended so that he could hang out with two girls he met while there. This extension of trip conflicted with mother’s birthday, resulting in a no show on the birthday for eldest brother. He gets back from Brazil and is sitting on our couch telling us about his trip. He appears to have a tattoo. “Wow, a tattoo Bry?” youngest brother asks.
“You like that?” he answers.
“Ummmmm, is it fading over there by the bottom of your bicep? Is that a Henna Tattoo?”

It turns out, yes, yes it is a Henna Tatto; a tribal band that goes around the bicep to be exact. He claims that he was being heckled on the beach to get one, so he just bought it to get the guy to go away. His friend Moag got one too. They both got Henna tats and hung out with some chicks.

This is awkward and embarrassing to look at until middle brother comes over for dinner and sees elder brother’s Henna tattoo and mistakes it for a real tattoo, despite the obvious wear and fading. “Bro! What the Fu*k is that!” says middle brother.
“You like that?” says elder brother.
Not able to take the level of embarrassment in this scenario I yelled out, “it’s fake!” Middle brother is confused. A fake tattoo that stays on the skin for multiple days, how do they do that?
“Is that, like, silk screened on?” middle brother asks. I tell him it’s Henna. He looks at me blankly.
“It’s a Henna tattoo,” I say again. Nothing. Then eldest brother goes into a dissertation about what a Henna tattoo is, and why he got one. Satisfied middle brother says,
“Phew, I was gonna say, don’t get a tattoo bro.”

To really bring home the lameness of all this, one of my best girl friends calls me to tell me that she got a real tattoo over the weekend. It was her first one, she just felt like doing it.