A Dutchman, an Englishman and a Russian went for a tattoo.
Each wanted a Maori mouse ta moko on their ankle.
The Dutchman went first and twenty minutes later he walked out the studio, the proud owner of a Maori mouse inked on his ankle.
The Englishman was up next, ten minutes into the ink and he was off to the toilet. He emerged from the toilet slightly green around his cheeks. A short time later he walked out the studio, proud owner of a Maori mouse on his ankle.
Finally the Russian.
Ten minutes into the ink he was also off to the toilet, slightly off colour. Bang Crash!!!. When the toilet door was forced open, he was found squashed in between the toilet bowl and the wall, looking up. A helping hand was offered but the he asked 'whats going on?' as he was helped to his feet. When told to have a look in the mirror he replied 'what is that round my neck?' It was the toilet seat. Consideration was given to getting the camera or providing first aid first.
Another twenty minutes he walked out the studio the proud owner of a new Maori mouse Tattoo and the studio was the owner of a new toilet seat.
Moral of the Maori Mouse - do not have a big night before any size ink.