Right off I gotta say this ain't exactly gonna be about tattoos. Not exactly. I heard a fellow say the other day he were a expert in the fine art of needling. He just loved to get peoples all riled up. The problem with that thing, it ain't no real good way to end it. Ever time you come up with some smart aleck remark then the other fellow feel like he gotta outdo you. So a real good needling just goes on to that divinity place they always talking about. There were one particular fellow what this needling fellow liked to get into it with. Man, if they was ever together in the barbershop I high-tailed it out of there. Well the needler finally lost out to the needlee when the needlee went to New Orleans and got a tattoo put on the palm of his hand what said, "Kiss mine too." And ever time the needler said something the needlee just held up his hand like he were saying, "STOP" That did it 'cause the needler were real afraid of needles. It's what they calls Iron Nick.
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