Remember that guy from your high school who turned eighteen during senior year and on his birthday he spent half the day at Tattooz, thinking he was so cool and badass and that he would be worshipped in the halls for his intense coolness and huge balls? You know, the one who got Tatu from Fantasy Island on his chest, with an oversized speech bubble proclaiming "Da plane! Da plane!"? Anna Nicole Smith has finally found a way to surpass the Tatu tattoo.
We know that Anna Nicole isn't the smartest bear in the forest. Nor is she the classiest. Also, she's not really gifted in the area of choosing visitors to her lady chamber. But until now, at least in areas seen on a regular basis by the public (which is about 97% of her body), she has been free of extremely ill-conceived tattoos. So what could have possessed her to do this:
Were buckets of tequila involved? Does Howard K. Stern actually have a wicked sense of humor and forced her into the tattoo parlor on the threat that it was either that tattoo or his statement that he'd never inserted his penis into her venus fly trap and therefore could not be Dannielynn's father? And why, exactly, does the visage that assumedly represents Anna Nicole look like some weird CGI hybrid of Nicole Richie, Courtney Love, and Tina Turner?
Perhaps this story, about Anna Nicole setting up a shell company to hide all those wads of dough she doesn't, and probably never will, have in order to keep Larry Birkhead's grubby, baby-fathering hands off of it when he takes that paternity test, has something to do with the tattoo. Maybe Anna Nicole has a policy of following any possibly-good-for-her-well-being move with something totally stupid and embarrassing and w.t.
Find more pics of the tattoo'd tan bag and her Howie at Splash News.
Anna Nicole displays good judgment by getting naked at MrSkin.com.
