Please double-check spelling prior to having a cliche etched onto your body. Also: tattooing a saying over your beer belly will not camouflage or distract from the fact that you have a beer belly.
On the one hand, there is [usually] something to be said for originality. On the other hand, you have like 9 nipples tattooed on your chest. You know those are permanent, right?
What we have here is a prime example of someone who didn't think about what their semi-ironic tattoos would say about them when they turned 42. Let me tell you: they say, "hi, I'm probably an asshole, and not in a 'take your clothes off for me so I can devour you' kind of way. Also, I fuck anything that moves. I'm not too particular. Fuck me please I haven't gotten laid in 3 years."
Gentle Reader: would that feel good during fisting? Without it, he's not really special, is he? However, at the same time he has that weird Hannibal Lector thing happening around his mouth. I'm torn.
I'm getting a resurrection, and it's in my pants. This is the elusive fuckable and datable, based solely on the ink mashed into the skin of someone's body. When in doubt, blasphemy is always your best option. Also, dinosaurs.
Let's set the mood: you're at a bar, you're looking for someone to go home with, and you run into THIS GUY. Is a surfing, rocking-out Bowser enough to get him laid? Perhaps. Enough to get him a second date? OH HELL NO.
Gentle reader, let me ask you a question. What if you were licking someone's breasts and then suddenly you were licking a dog with antler ears? Would you feel weird about that? I think I would, and not because of the breasts.
Squids are automatically fuckable. They're fuckable, and they're fuckable hard. Also, weird beetles and shit and not flat ironing your hair. Hi, I like your squid and you're beautiful.
If you're going to get a tattoo that's as cliched as Koi fish, at least make sure it's really fucking well done. Well done, artist. You've done your best not to limit the "pool" of women this man can fuck.