She brought out the worst in me for 6 mutually destructive months. Our relationship was fueled by rage, jealousy, vodka, and about 10 pounds of coke. We finally split up because she said I never listened to her or something.
I always laughed at how the tattoo guy decided to edge the "water" up and off...to give it that photograph feel. The night I told her it looked like the mermaid was checking her deodorant was the first night I slept on the couch. I remember yelling through the bedroom door "You are right...that mermaid could NEVER put deodorant on with that HOOF!!!" It was all downhill from there.
Extra deduction for thinking that because I put you in here, I am trying to get in your pants again. I am married.
What this tattoo says about the wearer:
Another few years of sunlamps, and my shoulders will be ready to be made into handbags.
(Nadine...call me on my cellphone)