a proposito di tatuaggi, ho una barzelletta. Visto che e' un po' oscena, non leggetela se vi potreste offendere.
Years ago, down on Beale Street in Memphis, there was this young woman named Courtney. Now, Courtney had been around, as they say, she'd made the scene, and she was getting pretty cynical about relationships. So it was much to her surprise that one day, she met someone and fell absolutely head-over-heals in love with him. And Courtney fell in love with none other than blues legend B.B. King. Well, time went on, and Courtney and B.B. were just so in love with each other that one day, Courtney decided she would prove to B.B. just how much she loved him. So she went out and got B.B. King's initials tattooed on her bottom as a symbol of her love. That night, after one of his gigs, they went out and had a very romantic date; they had a wonderful meal, took a ride in a horse carriage, and then Courtney took B.B to this really nice hotel. They were in their room kissing and hugging, and things started to get kind of hot. Suddenly Courtney pulled back a little and whispered into his ear, "B.B. honey, I got a surprise for you." She did this really erotic striptease, and B.B. was sitting on the end of the bed getting all excited. Finally, Courtney took off her last stitch of clothing, bent over, and kissed B.B. King passionately. Then she said "Now for your surprise." She turned around and bent over to show B.B. King that she'd had his initals tattooed on her bottom. B.B. took one look and said, "Who the hell's Bob?"
ENTONCES!