After 15 years of true love and two children, a man spent about $2000 and 20 hours under the tattoo pins having his common-law wife's image emblazoned on his back. Unfortunately, she'd just embarked upon an affair with an east-european co-worker, and left his ass in an inky spray of dust.

You just have to wonder...

By the way, I googled "prison tattoos" and this little Paris Hilton number came up first. Rather delicious, oui?

Sometimes, you just have to wonder...

A British tabloid has published photos Elvis Presley's manager Colonel Tom Parker carefully prevented from being published. In the photos, Elvis doesn't look terrible or anything, but mostly he's not on his A-game in them.

The one that amazed me, though, is this one with a caption reading Here, he's kissing his mother, Gladys, unembarrassed by the youthful acne on his shoulders.

What was he thinking? He should have known that in 50 years, people would be obsessing over his back acne. Colonel Parker knew what he was doing, apparently. Translation is the crap photos of famous people will one day be worth way more than the good photos ever were.

I'm still waiting for a photo of Madonna in a restaurant with tri-focals trying to read a menu, regimented little rows of chin-skin accordioned up as she holds the menu as far as possible from her face so's she can read it. Of course, that's silly of me to imagine. She prolly pays a lackey just to hold menus for her on the other side of the table.