This person actually was in McDonald's today! However, I didn't ask him about tattoo and I don't know if he actually has a Kermit tattoo.
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A young man walked in and was immediately out of place, even at McDonald's. Pete tried hard not to stare, but he couldn't.
He had four lip rings, two nose rings, six ear rings and two piercings in each eyebrow. His face was scruffy, mixed with along scraggly goatee, giving the impression of uncleanliness.
His over sized Megadeath tee shirt was worn; the image was faded, cracked. His bulky black pants with excessive zippers were tattered at his feet. His trucker hat was breaking apart; worn backwards, the young man had metal horns pinned on top.
His long hair was ratted, unkept and obviously unclean. As the young man sat down at the table there were several tattoos on his arms and hands, but it was the tattoo on his knuckles that was interesting.
On his right hand it read "FROG" and on his left it read "LIFE", both in bright green outlined in black.
At first impression, one might think it was gang related or of possible prison significance. Pete kept eating his Quarter Pounder, eyeing the tattoo. Should he ask or just let his imagination have some fun? Curiosity won out.
"Excuse me," Pete said. "What does FROG LIFE mean?"
The young man looked at him for a few minutes. Chewing on his hamburger like cud, small bits of food fell from his half open mouth. Sliding out of his booth, he walked over to Pete. He grabbed his shirt and slowly began to lift it up; Pete slid further into his booth.
As his shirt was at his nipples, Pete let out a sigh of relief. There, on the pale white chest (dotted with pimples) of he young man was a huge tattoo of Kermit the Frog.
"Unbelievable," Pete said. The young man let his shirt down and slowly walked back to his booth and sat down; not a single word.
End Fiction.
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