If you had treated the infections (on various parts of the anatomy of sailors) like I had to aboard ships, you would understand why I never had one done on me.... (my nickname on one ship was: Doctor Dave) Not to mention the shame and embarrassment of waking up with the wrong womans name emblazoned in colour on your chest or arm. (try going home and explaining that one to the "little woman") (I think thats why God invented cast iron frying pans) But a Peekachu Ass? one begs to see such a rare and glorius sight. Will the kids collect and sell photo's of it? Cordially, Aye. Dave