Tasis

Tasis (ta’-sis): Sustaining the pronunciation of a word or phrase because of its pleasant sound. A figure apparent in delivery.

“Beautifullll! Wonderfullll! Over the rainbowwww!” I was looking at my reflection in the mirror. I liked what I saw. I had had the big three: eyebrows, boobs, and butt. I had my hairy old eyebrows removed. I had them replaced by snake tattoos slithering across my forehead where my eyebrows used to be. They were exotic, poetic, and cool. I named the left one “Snakey” and the right one “Serpentina.”

My boobs had always been too small. People called them “button boobs.” I got tired of that. Nobody wants a button for a boob! It’s like having a tube of lipstick for a toe, or an ashtray for a kneecap. Stupid! So I got a boob job to make them bigger—more confident, more cocky, more visible.

I had always loved Paramount Pictures. Some of my favorite movies have been produced by them. “The Godfather” and “Forest Gump” are my two favorites, but I love them all. That’s why my new boobs are modeled after the mountain on the Paramount Pictures logo. I had snow caps tattooed on them with a tiny Marlon Brando climbing the left one and a tiny Tom Hanks climbing the right one. There’s an annual tattoo convention in Vegas and I’m going to enter the “Most Innovative Tattoo” contest. I don’t think I’ll win, but it will be fun.

My butt was like my boobs. I had a pancake but. There wasn’t much there you could call a butt. It was so flat and bony when I sat on somebody’s lap it was painful for them. They’d say “Ow!” and push me off. It wasn’t very romantic. Then I heard of the “bubble butt.” I got bubble butt implants. They bring my butt up to par and more.

The implants are the size of cinder blocks. Unlike cinder blocks, the edges are rounded to look like butt cheeks. At five pounds per cheek, they are a little heavy. I can’t run. My plastic surgeon says something may tear. That would be embarrassing if I was on a date or something. Besides, I’m not about to run with my bubble butt—it would make a loud sloshing sound courtesy of the silicone in the implants. But, I love my bubble butt. Along with my snake eyebrows and mountain boobs, I am quite attractive and get the kind of attention I like. Next week I’m getting a tattoo of floating bubbles on my butt. Very cooool!

I’m thinking now of getting a nose job. I want my nose to look like the Paramount Pictures mountain, but it would be tattoo free. However, it would still coordinate nicely with my boobs.

POSTSCRIPT

She was leaving “Inked All Over” after getting the bubble tattoo. She slipped on a patch of ice and landed on her butt. Her butt exploded in a shower of silicone.

She died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. It was tragic. Her most recent boyfriend Billy-B wanted to fly her body to Vegas and enter it in the “Most Innovative Tattoo” contest. Because of the red tape and the cost, he was unable to do so.

Definitions courtesy of “Silva Rhetoricae” (rhetoric.byu.edu).

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