Suppose you find out that someone who admires you very much (feel free to toss in as many “very”s as needed) gets your name tattooed on his or her forehead. How would you react? Would you be flattered? Mildly creeped out? More than mildly creeped out? Wondering if you need to get the cops involved? All valid reactions. Your reaction is probably, however, not as extreme as Drake’s reaction to that situation:
“The guy who tatted is a fucking asshole though, I will tell you that. I don’t fuck with that guy. Fuck you to that tat artist by the way. And you should lose your job and should never do tattoos again,and I don’t fuck with you. And if I ever see you, I’mma fuck you up.”
That’s not the entire quote, mind you. In Drake’s imagination, these are how the tattoo taboos shake out:
OK: (Being a girl and) wanting to get a Drake tattoo; having that happen to you. Your Drake response: “I want to talk with this girl and understand it all. It was love. It’s crazy, it’s surreal.”
NOT OK: Actually tattooing someone. Your Drake response: “fuck you and the horse you rode your me-tattooing self in on.”
Your lesson? Getting a Drake tattoo is an excellent way for him to awkwardly potentially hit on you. Just find a way of doing it without a middleman, to avoid collateral swearing. Or, you know, don’t get “DRAKE” tattooed on your forehead in big block letters.