It's a rite of passage for many -- turn 18, get a tattoo. If you're lucky, or maybe just smart, you don't end up with something regrettable... your high school sweetheart's name, the icon for the band you're just SURE you're going to love forever (yeah, THAT didn't last)... I remember vividly sitting down to dinner with my dad en route to my freshman year move-in and announcing that as soon as my best friend turned 18, we were getting tattoos. He took it well, then got a thoughtful look on his face, and said, "Well, it's your body, and you can do whatever you want to it. But a tattoo is permanent, and I'd like to encourage you to think about it." So he offered me an obscene amount of money to wait till I graduated to get it. I'm no dummy, so I did, and turned my reward into a sweet laptop for grad school. But you know what I love even more than that laptop? The tattoo I waited until I was 28 to get. Granted, I don't know how I'll feel about it in 20 or 30 years, but I thought about it a ton, talked to lots of friends about it, and came up with something that's original and should wear well (it's on my wrist -- no stretching -- and pretty much renders it impossible for me to ever have a super fancy, formal-business-attire job... which is just to my liking). Do you have tattoos? Do you have any that you regret? Have you ever had one removed... and why?