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Relax, Relax, Relax. To the point that I become a dead weight he has to hold up. What's he gonna do shoot me? If I'm in that situation, that ain't no threat. Our swat teams think poodles are threats, they are liable to think I'm in on it and play actinghostage and shoot me anyway, or shoot me by mistake, or I'm gonna be shot when they've put up with this crap long enough.
He needs a good talking to.Somehow he doesn't grasp my reality. Explain to him over and over that the fat ugly broad he sees over there is my wife and that he is truely doing me a favor by putting me out of my misery, and that if he really wanted my co-operation, he'd shoot her. She has been running around with a preacher,and is holding over my head the night I tied one on and screwed our goat. I really have nothing to live for. My house is being foreclosed on, I've lost my job, my kid is a vegetable in a mental hospital, my dog is gay, and the goat left me for a sheep. I've been contemplating suicide for a while now but I've not had the guts to pull the trigger. Please pull the trigger or slit my throat, it'd be a favor...
All the while this dummy has to hold my fat ass up. This won't last long one way or the other. I will have the satisfaction of knowing he is going down too.