My family are not tattoo people. As far as I know, neither my parents nor any of my siblings has ever given in to the call of the inking needle.

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against body art. Most of my close friends have sat in the chair and come away marked with everything from a compass rose to Rosie the Riveter.

Still, when the Winged Monkey was looking through this gallery, I had to wonder if tattooing might not need to be outlawed. At the very least, people should have to take a breathalyzer and a drug test before they are allowed to have Jimmy Carter emblazoned on their ass.



Or Judge Judy.


Or...Michael Moore?




There should be laws.

*All pictures from Metromix Chicago.