Fucking hell. Paying for a tattoo about rivals you claim to hate so much, but which seems like a good idea pissed up with the lads.
Then waking up the next day and upon entering the bathroom (or those really high end, posh mirrored wardrobes like wot we've got) realising that you now have your rivals name emblazoned on your own body, pretty much for life.
Unless you go for the horrible and expensive laser treatment.
I'm prone to a middle aged cock up, but fuck me, that's all kinds of wrong.
I always scroll through the comments as there's always a pearler lurking down there and this is a brilliant example