Poor, poor Tattoo. All those years on Fantasy Island, and he never got his fantasy fulfilled.
Nobody even cared enough to ask.
Well, I care enough, dammit. Only he's not around to ask anymore. Lucky for us, he left behind a recording to let us know. He didn't wish for wealth and power
He didn't wish for enlargement
No, his only wish was for an end to fighting.
(file courtesy of the divine April Winchell, who is the best thing to happen to my blogging life, ever.)
Hey, wait a minute! He didn't practice what he preached!
Poor Fonzie.
