Yeah, I had one done years back in Vegas. It now sits under my bed, on account of he gave me lady-eyelashes and my friends laugh everytime they see it.
I replaced it with a rather cool surreal portrait a friend drew of me.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
