What is there to say?
In the late summer of 2008 I was attacked by a herd of Owls. I've been told you don't call a group of Owls a herd, but if you saw what I saw that day you would understand there are no other words. I was lifted up and taken to squaw peak where I was water boarded via small beakfulls of water for weeks on end. They lightly bit my chest to cause pain, yet also oddly sensually and played Muskrat Love by Captain & Tennille over and over and over. I eventually got my hands on two left over Arrows I had stored in my left sock from the Arizona Renaissance Fair(see that review for further details, Spoiler alert: The turkey legs are to die for and this guy was knighted) and stabbed the herd leader in the chest killing him. How did I know he was the leader you ask? Oh, I don't know maybe the leather jacket and the fact he wouldn't shut the hell up about it gave it away.
Long story short, I returned home a damn hero. Yesterday I got a tattoo to commemorate this occasion and Todd did a perfect job as always. I'm sure I'll return to finish shading and color, and eventually for more tattoos, but I won't return to Squaw Peak with that damned Owl Herd nor will their leader from the grips of death.
5 stars. And get a sticker.