20 October, 2013
You’re so bad-ass that you let some weird dude drill ink into your skin for a few hours! But you’re not so bad-ass you want an authority figure to see your tattoo and think poorly of you. Until now, you’d have to rub Dermablend all over that bad boy until your arm looked suspiciously makeup-ish. But here, in the future, we got Tatjackets! You can’t even tell I got a sloth on my arm with an internet saying on the sloth, potential employer! And that picture of the burning World Trade Center with the crazy patriot shit hanging out of it? Gone, my new boss. I’m here to work and I definitely don’t have any fucking tattoos.