Marv's Mind

No more beer for Zoo.

Yep, I'm serious. NO MORE BEER FOR ZOO! I can't handle it. I will not tolerate it. I can't allow him to do this to me anymore. When my man drinks....he does things that only I know about. Things that cause friction in our relationship. Things like grinding his teeth when he sleeps! Do you see my bags? They're are packed and just below my eyes. I can't sleep!!!!!

I've tried everything. I've beat him with pillows, slapped his ass, massaged his cheeks, tickled his armpits, shaken the living daylights out of him, stuck my finger in the crack of his ass and all of this with no result. He doesn't wake up and he DOESN'T stop grinding. I'm gonna lose it one day and go off on him.

My dentist said I should bring him in and get him fitted for a night guard. I told him I'd have to knock him over the head and drag him in for that. I can't see my man willing spend several hundred dollars on something that "he doesn't need." The dentist said I could just knock all the teeth out of his mouth and then I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. Hmmmmm? I love him a little too much for that and besides, I don't like blood. If I don't make sense....it's cause I'm sleep deprived, thanks to Zoo.

I guess I should be grateful he does his sleeping and drinking at home and not somewhere else.

Zoo, I love you tons but get your fucking teeth fixed or I'll call all our family members and start an intervention.

-Marv-