Walking around in the East 20s last week, I passed a small sign for what was clearly a personal business focused on one particular service involving tattoos.
No, not a tattoo parlor. It’s business was removing tattoos.
It’s name? Removery.
Walking around in the East 20s last week, I passed a small sign for what was clearly a personal business focused on one particular service involving tattoos.
No, not a tattoo parlor. It’s business was removing tattoos.
It’s name? Removery.
Let’s apply that name to the orange-haired creep whose name should never again be seen, heard or spoken. Removery!!!
That’s a majestic idea, Sue.