She looked pretty, until I saw that her breasts were, in actuality, tattoobs.
A breast tattoo. Portmanteau of tattoo and boob.
"Hey, check out that chick's butterfly tattoob!"
"Where?"
"Where do you think? I said 'tattoob'!"
"I know, Dude. I mean where exactly?"
"The left one, near the cleavage."
When a tattoo artist is so intoxicated, you’re forced to act as an Uber driver to pick up the artist for the appointment.
Has anyone seen Kevin today? Jason is driving tattoober to get him for his appointment.