Got it. So this Saturday, after I'm done the grocery shopping and taking the kids to the park, me and the whole fam-dam-ily are going to get face scars. Seems wholesome. And an activity that has an absolute zero chance of creating regret, ridicule, marginalization, infection or death by necrotizing fascitis.
Bet Tyson and Priest feel like pusses for just getting face tattoos. Hah - I win!