My ex just called, but I screened it. She just called to tell me she cut my tattooed name off her shoulder.

I mean, yeah, it’s about bloody time she did something about it. But you’d think she might have, you know, just covered it up or something. Like I did to her. Take that — you are now a FLAMING, WEEPING HELL HOUND ZOMBIE SKULL.

I really feel that this is something I will want on my chest for the rest of my life.

I have no regrets. Really.