the blog quebecois

A common argument against getting a tattoo is that what looks good on taut 20-year-old flesh looks, uh, not-so-good by the time Grandpa qualifies for his Old Age supplement. In this case, though, the descending rolls of flab will provide a merciful end, not unlike the final curtain on some doomed off-off-Broadway production.

As to the subject, I think it's intended as a tribute to Trogdor. Warning: Sound and "music."