Avast me hearties, 'tis a glorious nineteenth of September!Yesterday, the wee she-demon had a mysterious force guidin' her steps to take her out of the path of that scurvy dog B.
But the powers o' good are doin' little fer her obsession with M. That bilge rat has made an indelible impression on her mind and there's no laser will remove it. Reminds me of a problem I've had. Fer what seemed like good reasons at the time, I had a fella tattoo the name "Abigail" on me forearm. Two days later, didn't the heartless wench run off with an infantry man!
I can tell ye, having a lassie's name tattooed on yer forearm makes it hard to win the affections of another maid. So I went to another fella. This one, much more skilled with th' ink an th' needle. He turned the name of that disloyal Abigail into a fine portrait of me true love, the good ship Vendetta.
The moral o' this story? If ye're covering up one tattoo with another, ye need a skilled artist t' do the new tattoo.
