Mar 11, 2011: Man has 82 tattoos of Julia Roberts
 

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So you think you'd like to be famous? Sure, we all do!! In reality, being famous would be terrible in many ways, especially if you're female because a small percentage of males seem to just go insane from time to time, about any particular woman they are familiar with.

Such as Miljenko Parserisas Bukovic, a 56-year-old newspaper seller from Chile, who saw Julia Roberts in Erin Brockovich and went nuts. Since then he has spent about $100,000 getting tattoos of her. He now has 82, and counting.

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well - he started with just the one, but then it looked stupid, so, he got another...then another...it just built from there. And he had a dream, a vision, if you will, and a serious meth addiction...

I see a Mia Farrow, a Tuesday Weld, and an Ellen Page...at the very least.

Dude should've got better artists.

Paraphrasing Sam Kinison: If you have a hundred thousand dollars, you ain't got a problem yet.

:yesnod: He got ripped. As in, off.



ETA: Perhaps it was 100,000 Chilean pesos?

Pretty woman,
Pictures on my meat
Pretty woman,
Even on my feet ...

But seriously, who among us can say they DON'T have 82 tattoos of Julia Roberts? Right?

I know I have at least that many. I was like, dude, WTF? Why so few? Then I saw he was a taxi driver and I'm like, ok. He prolly has to buy gas for the taxi.

Newspapers, taxis whatever.

Newspapers, taxis, appear on the shore.

Between them and Calgon I won't stay here.

I've got a headache :::this big::: and it has newspapers and taxis written all over it.

If he had 82 Mohammad tats someone would do him the favor of blowing him up... maybe another Erin Brockovich nut will help him out.

Why do po' people always have money for tattoos? :lol:

:bolt:

Obviously he has separate envelopes that he sorts his money into at the end of the week ... "Crack" "Tattooes of Julia Roberts" "Cerveza" ... and if anything is left over he buys food.

What can you say? Obsession personified, in the shape of a sickly, anorexic, sad-looking, heavily-tattooed, elderly South American man .. :(

I wonder if he understands what it means to his health, to have millilitres of toxins (inks) injected into his largest body organ (the skin) .. to remain there forever? :yelsick:

I just have to say, I think this man is a bit freaky, but I guess everyone has their own reasons for what they do.

He may be totally mentally stable you know.

Would you want to ride in his taxi?

As long as I wasn't wearing my Julia Roberts disguise I think I'd be safe. :)

On the contrary: I want to marry him and have like ten thousand of his babies. :rolleyes:

If he were wearing a long-sleeve shirt he'd still look crazy as a shithouse rat to me.

I wonder why shithouse rats are crazy?

nature or nurture?

discuss.

I met a rat once, sane as could be. He had manners, he was charming, he held the door for me. We could discuss literature and philosophy for hours. Then he had to go to work in the shithouse. He changed. He stayed out late and never called. He drank. He stank. He started watching shows about trampy suburbanites.

Still, I don't know if all those traits were always somewhere below the surface, or if the shithouse induced them. He told me once about his Uncle Algernon, who was doing quite well for himself...then BOOM. Off the deep end.

Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of rats? There but for the grace of dog go I?

:headshake

Funny thing is, Julia Roberts has 83 tattoos of Miljenko Parserisas Bukovic on her body.

In the 5 days it took you to think that joke up, Miljenko Parserisas Bokovic got ONE MORE tattoo! ;)

I had a very similar experience with a rat. He was fine until he started at that damn shithouse plant. Without warning, everything changed. Suddenly my Laura Ashley nighties weren't doing it for him and he brought a successively slutty type of teddy home for me to wear (NEVER!) and then, the meth.

Seriously girl. I feel your pain. When the USW (United Shit Workers) shut down the shop, I think they did us ALL a favor. There was too much. Too much cheese. Too much wine. Too much of everything. Suddenly, humble rats thought they owned everything. What they didn't own, they bought. What they bought, they bastardized with ugly paint jobs and bumper stickers and meat drippings. What they couldn't buy they scoffed, especially knowledge. Pandora's box was opened, and it was pandemonium. It was a seedy place. It was rat heaven.

OMG! Are they FRENCH?

Wee (wee wee wee) :lol:

A bit "freaky"? More like the guy is fucking retarded!

Well I guess this Miss Retarded must like him reasonably well, so there you go.