I giggled a little
when I was explaining to my mom that I was going to Texas for a friend's birthday party (I wasn't going to explain a Suscon… she's already grumpy at the scars on my back from my first one…6 years(!) ago!!) With lots of my other friends. Who all have at least some of “those things” (piercings and tattoos.)
Especially when my mom replied with “I don't know how you got hooked onto this stuff!” Geddit? Hooked? Suspension? Ya?
