My last client of the day was a gen-u-ine cowboy. 6'5", his feet ALMOST dangled off the end of the table. He strode in wearing jeans, boots, hat, and belt with a semi-discreet prize buckle. (Meaning it wasn't quite the size of a dinner-plate.)
The massage proceeded apace, and I draped him to work on his foot and right leg. And froze.
For there it was. THE tattoo.
Picture this: A peanut M&M. Wearing a cowboy hat. Brandishing a revolver. Smirking, while saying, "Melts in your mouth, not in your hands*."
And the tattoo is VERY high up his right quadriceps muscle.
Wonder what he's trying to say with that...?
*yes, it was plural.