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The Annoyed Man wrote:Back when I worked in the ER, I had a coworker for a few months (he was apparently just passin' through) who had been recently discharged from the Navy after serving a couple of enlistments (this was in about 1980). He told us he had a tattoo (I never saw it) on his butt. According to his story, he and a Navy buddy were drunk on shore leave in San Diego and had decided to get tattoos. But before they ever made it to the tattoo parlor—there being a lot of bars between wherever they were and the tattoo parlor toward which they were headed—my coworker had passed out cold. The next morning, he awoke back at their hotel room with a terrible hangover. He got in the shower, and he noticed that his right buttock stung when the hot water hit it. Still being in a fog, he assumed that he had fallen during the previous night's festivities and had landed on his posterior, sustaining a mild bruise and/or abrasion, and he didn't really look to see what was wrong. But when he dried off with the towel, it hurt to pat that spot dry, and it reinforced his suspicions.

A couple of days go by and our hero finds himself sober and more alert. Showering and drying off still causes stinging. He finally decides to take a look in the mirror to see how bad this scuff on his butt is and, lo and behold, he discovers that he is the proud owner of a new tattoo where there had previously not been one. On his right buttock was a cartoon image of Elmer Fudd, pointing a shotgun at his nether regions, and saying "come outta deah you siwwy wabbit!"

Not his finest hour.