Look at my arm right there. You see that? I got that when I was 18 years old, and I’ll tell you something: I regret it, cause this tattoo don’t come off. I have a tattoo of a cow’s head because I loved that cheese then. So I get the cow, and I go in there and I’m a little drunk… and I said, “Gimme that cow head from that cheese, I love that cheese… ” And now I have a cow, a cheese cow on my arm, Brendan. Don’t get a tattoo, that’s what I’m telling you. Play soccer. Brendan, take a look at my chest. You know what that is right there? That’s the woman from the Chiquita Banana. I got that tattooed on my chest. I am an idiot. I’ve got trademarked products all over my body. It’s like going to a market. Because I was drunk one night. Don’t live like me.
The Main Altar in Kaplica Czaszek, the Chapel of Skulls, located in Czermna, Poland. The skulls and leg bones of over 3,000 victims of wars and plagues cover the walls and ceiling, and a crypt below, accessible through a trapdoor, houses over 21,000 additional remains. Between 1776 and 1804, the local priest, Vaclav Tomasek, painstakingly gathered, cleaned and carefully arranged skeletons recovered from numerous, shallow mass graves left by the Thirty Years’ War, Silesian Wars and cholera outbreaks.