If you know Harry, then you know that one of his passions in life is the band Kiss. Recently Harry received a signed letter from Kiss founding member Paul Stanley congratulating him on having been a member of the Kiss Army for thirty years, and after he stopped crying Harry decided that the best way to commemorate such a momentous event was to get a tattoo. Mireille was very excited too!
The tattooist listened carefully to Harry’s request and told him she was a Kiss fan too and had an awesome design in mind! The sight of her machine filled Harry with trepidation, looking as it did like some medieval torture device, but she promised him it wouldn’t hurt. Well, only a little bit...
His heart pounding, he climbed inside as instructed and the tattooist started calibrating the machine.
“Help!” said Harry, but nobody could hear him above the machine’s deafening cacophony of whirrs and clanks and whistles. But just when he thought he was going to pass out, the machine stopped and his ordeal was over. Mireille was jumping up and down in excitement and demanded that he disrobe so she could see what his new tattoo looked like.
She decreed that it was great. And very, very sexy too!
