I just got a voucher for a whole day with my tattoo artist. What should I get?
The Internet. All of it.
The whole dang thing. Every single page, post, article, and comment ever written. Including this page right here, describing said tattoo.
Command the tattooist to tattoo the Internet. On your perineum. Right now. And insist that the tattooist also update the tattoo in real time. It's a hell of a challenge, so you'd better sweet-talk him a tad. So aren't you sexy? Yeah, you! The artist! Such elegant, sensual tattoo-gun strokes. Go on. Make sweet inky tattooey lurve to Deanne's skin. Incredibly quickly. Taint-tattoo these very words, right here, in this article, as I type them, in teeny-tiny lettering. Go on. Hurry up. Chop chop. Faster. Faster! Get a move on! ... Geez, bro. Your speed-tattoo-ing is actually appalling. Should I type slower?