This guy—the one with the neck tattoo and shaved sides of his head, which gives him an aura of something vaguely neo-Nazish—wants to get a tattoo. I assume it’s a big one, because he’d prefer to be unconscious for it. Now, this being clearly eastern Kentucky, I would think he would just pop himself a couple OxyContin and be on his way. He has to know a guy.
But that’s just not redneck enough. So instead, he has his buddy punch him out.
I can’t imagine this will last the length of the tattoo. This isn’t chloroform. This is a concussion.
[H/T Drunken Stepfather]