When I was a litte kid we use to get the prizes out of the crackerjack carmelcorn boxes. Back then it was fake tattoos not the lame s**t that they put in there nowadays. We would have them all over our bodies because they were the cheap ink kind. We would run a like mad little lunatics and get all hot and sweaty and the ink would run. Mom hated this and told dad to stop buying them for us. Dad loved us so he did it anyway. One day after coming home from the store we were putting away the stuff. My Dad takes off running to the bathroom. A few minutes later we hear a blood curdling scream of my Dad in the bathroom. My Mom rush to the bathroom door which locked. She says "honey whats wrong?" My Dad say "oh my god Kris I am in horrible pain it hurts so damn bad. I zipped it up and got it caught" "how that happened" she said "no it is embarrassing oh my god the pain" A loud sound of things dropping and rustling. Another scream of pain is heard from my father. My mom says "Dale let me in there!" He says "oh its hurts so bad if feels like someone step on it" and he opens the door and lets her in. So he holding his junk and he says to her. "Oh my god it hurts it feel like someone step on it. My mom says
'it can be that bad show me". He reveals himself to her and there on his penis is a little tattoo of a footprint.
