Hey, not every lion can be the king of the jungle. Someone has to be the meth-burnout 7-Eleven employee of the jungle.

This is exactly what I tell myself when I'm eating my twelfth slice of bacon before 10 a.m. That, and burritos are tube salad.

Sure, why not? It can't be much longer before everyone and his grandma has a zombie tattoo of some sort. Hell, my grandma just got a zombie bowl of All-Bran. Which is weird, because she usually eats zombie Cream of Wheat.

The whole thing is a massive no-no! Woooah

If you ask for a tattoo of a menacing dog, be sure you specify the WAY in which the dog should be menacing. A dog dying of a highly communicable disease may be scary, but probably not what you want out of a tattoo.

I've heard that this is what happens if you enter the Konami Code while playing Mike Tyson's PUNCH-OUT!!