A story my Arabic teacher recently related to my class: A well-intentioned tattoo artist leaves a warning for the rest of us. I'll preface my story by saying that my Arabic teacher lived in Japan about 5 years during his 20s. Because of that, he picked up if not-quite-fluent then more than conversational Japanese. Recently, while in CostCo grocery shopping he walked by one of those stupid in-store restaurants that always seem to attract a special kind of fat. He saw a 'woman' there who looked quite young but was certainly packing on the pounds. She wasn't quite a deathfat, but she was on the upper ranges of smallfat. His best guess was that she was college-aged and packing on the pounds rapidly, which would put her on a trajectory for becoming a bariatic bovine bitch in a few years. He also noticed that he arm was swollen and red. Although normally this could be explained by hypertension on a fat, he also noticed a tattoo. The aisle he was headed towards was past the monster, so he got quite close to her on his way. He was able to read the tattoo, which turned out to be kanji. Instantly, he recognized the character, and let out a good chuckle before continuing his shopping. He told our class that the kanji meant 'whale'. I can only assume that the tattoo artist told her he was going to print something like 'hope' or 'charity' on her arm, but instead left a warning for the rest of us (as if we needed one. Ha!). God-speed, you glorious shitlord.