Marv's Mind

All I need is a damn shotgun!

My man is leaving me! He’s tired of my shit. He’s tired of the “same’ol same’ol.” He’s packing his bags and getting the hell out of dodge. Can you blame him? I’d be hauling ass too if I had a free trip to Florida to stay in a fancy beachfront resort for 3 days. Wouldn’t you go?

I will be here…holding down the fort. Hope I don’t screw up. I told my brother he was 2nd back up incase something happened, Zach being the first. What could possibly happen that I couldn’t handle myself? Let me list you a few things…..

Any kind of rodent in the house
Snakes inside or out
Dead car battery
Broke down on the highway
Skating accidents
Lost remote control
Stalkers

Zoo doesn’t trust me with a gun. I could handle any of the problems listed above if I just had me a shotgun. My daddy always told me….
“If you shoot some one, you better make damn sure their body is in your house. If it’s not…drag it in!”

-Marv-