A "club" started some time ago in the Pacific Northwest, the Wussys have become a bane on the streets of towns in the US and Canada. Known for their old english type face "WUSSY" tattoo, referring to themselves by number, and some members preference for mopeds or "scooters" as they like to call them, they've carted their machines around North America to wreak havoc on the hearts and minds of decent people everywhere. Where did they come from you ask? One member offered this account to investigators...
"The story itself is pretty entertaining. Not so long ago (1993) in a galaxy NOT far away (Portland, OR), two like minded guys had a powerful thirst, and a common ideology. One tattoo artist, full of a strong appreciation for prog rock and heavy metal - WUSSY #1, and a part time cook slash scooter mechanic bartender (WUSSY #2) found themselves drinking after hours in #2's workplace when the moment of Zen struck... Both of them had a fine appreciation of what are now considered bad tattoos, quite a few piercings, and were fairly large guys. To the average intoxicated meathead, these things could be construed as indicators of a tough guy looking for some kind of confrontation. Needless to say, our mentors in this story were a far cry from the aforementioned manhood challenged stereotype (our guys are some of the nicest, most unthreatening, good time guys you ever met in your whole life). Back to the bar... After much tequila, Zima, and lost rounds of video poker there was scene much like something out of Beavis and Butthead these guys had a discussion about scooters, chicks, and how they were a bad influence on each other in general. The conversation drifted to the fact that they were tired of people (meatheads in general) trying to pick fights with them any time they went to a bar and just wanted to hang out. American concealed weapon laws were discussed and the consensus that bars, weapons and meatheads don't mix AT ALL. With no desire to be a part of the afore mentioned concepts in any combination, the idea of really big old english tattoos fell into place. How hilarious would it be to have a REALLY big tattoo - the pinnacle of toughness - that said something that completely defeated the purpose? SEVERE intoxication ensues... what should the tattoo say? Only one film could really have coined the phrase that would define the tattoo - Fast Times at Ridgemont High. I think it's Damone that says it - "That guys a wussy" "What?" "You know - part wimp and part pussy, the guys a wussy..." Hilarity. Our boys couldn't stop laughing at the concept. The biggest, toughest tattoo that completely defeats the very purpose of what the average tool thinks getting a tattoo should be about. What next, slang names? #1 - Passion daddy (P-Daddy) "I'd totally fight you, but I really need a hug... how about a hug?" - coming from a big, tattooed, pierced guy sitting at the end of the bar... #2 - Fatigue... "I'd totally fight you, but I'm SO sleepy... you'll hit me once and I'll totally go to sleep..." It continues... "You can hit me all you want, but I'm totally gonna bleed all over you, it'll ruin all your clothes... "Don't fuck with me, I'll knit you a fucking sweater..." "Sure, keep fucking with me - I'll crochet you a doily..." The WUSSY battle cry at last rears it's head, in the event of physical confrontation, cover your head and yell "Not in the face!" The evening drowns in a cloud of booze. The next day, a still rather intoxicated #2 is awoken by #1 calling to say "alright motherfucker, I got mine, come and get yours!" "What?" #2 has no recollection, but comes and gets his in 4 inch old english letters as well. A legacy is born"
Is the account truth or urban legend? Only so called, #1 and #2 may know the truth. Just remember, that if you spot a wussy tattoo, to steer clear, especially of the Jagermeister machine, and keep yourself safe and unmolested.
This website exsists to educate the public, and to help you identify a Wussy in your midst.