This local tattoo parlor, at North Capitol and S Streets NW, has erected an interesting new advertisement to lure sidewalk gawkers in for some ink. The sign depicts the bodies of seven (count ’em) naked ladies melting together in a state of pure . . . malaise? At least, that appears to be the facial expression of the only chick who’s still got a face. Perfect for anyone who who delights in rhapsodizing about what their tattoo “means.”

I’m not against making mistakes that will haunt me for the rest of my life, but where does one choose to tattoo a sickly orgy of four boobs, five butts, two belly buttons and a head anyway? The intuitive choice, of course, would be entirely engulfing the genitals—-but I’d hate to go too traditional on this one. Thoughts?