There's no way I'll ever regret this.
First, yes, that is a tattoo of a Toshiba 17.3" Laptop, and second, I refuse to let you shame me for it.
In fact, it's just one of many tributes to its 6GB memory, 750GB hard drive, and USB 3.0 connectivity inked onto my body. And oh, the stories each one could tell:
On my left forearm: a picture of my Toshiba surrounded by roses and a banner that says "Mom."
On my right forearm: a picture of my Mom surrounded by roses and a banner that says "Toshiba."
Across the front of my neck: QUAD-CORE in Old English script. Lot of bleeding when I got this one. A lot of bleeding.
On my chest: two majestic bluebirds lifting my Toshiba into Heaven, surrounded by the gleaming rays of a sun whose radiant, smiling visage looks just like Beau Bridges (the truly talented one in that family). I admit, I got this one when I was drunk.
On my back: exactly like the one on my chest except the Toshiba is wearing a sombrero. I got this one when I was drunk in Tijuana.
On my right bicep: a ticket to the gun show. Like, an actual Ticketmaster receipt for a gun exposition, not a euphemism.
Right above my left ankle: a little bitty Toshiba with a purple-and-blue butterfly on its screen. You never forget your first Toshiba tat. I got this one when I pledged my sorority.