In my youth, I ended up drunk and in a couple of tatoo parlors in various "less-than-desirable" places, some in the Philippines, some in Vietnam, others right here in the USA...I NEVER could find anything that I felt was something I wanted permanently inked on my body, not even the EG&A. Of course, it didn't hurt that in the back of my mind was a standing order in my platoon...ANY ONE OF YOU "FINE, OUTSTANDING MARINES" (I'm sure your imaginations can substitute the actual words he used) COMES BACK WITH A TATTOO, YOU GET AN IMMEDIATE TRANSFER! GOT IT?
Sir! Yes Sir!
No one wanted that transfer, and in almost 2 years, no one EVER came back from leave with a tattoo of any kind that I ever heard about.
Since then, I've been in a couple of tattoo shops, looked very hard at the selections, even had my own artwork a couple of times, but the permanence of a tattoo (don't forget, it's also considered an "identifying mark"...) has kept me from ever inking up.