Okay, 2009 has to be the unofficial year of the terrible tattoos. There was the stars all over the face, athletes getting presidents, an obsessed Nicki Minaj fan, not to mention Birdman giving himself a star and some “Boosie Luv” being dished out.

But that one above all of those? Fail in the highest degree. I mean, to get a club anthem inked on you like “Fuck bitches, get money” but for a song that won’t be relevant in about two and a half months when somebody else makes another “got it together woman anthem with a little b*tch thrown in”, decision making lacked heavily in this predicament. I mean, at thirty-seven do you really expect to be calling yourself boardroom material with this? *face palm*

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