I have two small stars on my left palm. One below my thumb and the other directly below my pinky. There's a picture of me with that around here somewhere, but I'll be damned if I can find it.
Tattoos are meant to mean something. And, going along with people like Deni and his ilk, the majority of people who get them done are fuckign stupid, and get fucking stupid tattoos. I'm of the opinion that, now that I'm nearing my twenties, ink is taking a very high priority. After all, the only thing I really have to worry about in my twenties is getting poor ink. I don't want to turn forty and have to explain to some guy, "No man, you don't get it. Back then everyone loved Sponge Bob."
Jam it back in, in the dark.