ooooomarshallicios goodness! It's so hard to say something that all women haven't said before...You can let your imagination wander with that said and the funny thing is, no matter where your imagination tends to go, Marshall will meet you there and believe it or not he will sing a special song he wrote just for you and he may even give you a plastic flower and a picnic basket that you can paint bright pink! (Be careful he snors and throws shit around the kitchen, but it's OK you will think it's cute)

Well,

As I told my friend Mizu one night as we was puttin' back a few hypnotiques at the ol' corral Bar in fair, fair Cornville.

"Wait, let me get this straight. Your saying if I absolutely had to go home with someone in this here bar? Oh c'mon really? No!!!"

"I guess it would have to be Marshall."

Ahhh...marshallito. An obscure bird. or absurd. fashioning mescallito mischief out of turds. the only man i know that can get drunk, throw shit all over the kitchen floor and somehow still get away with calling it art. a devilish delight...the hedonistic pleasures he does incite...but beware to all those that might invite him into their home...he shall make you smile far more than you ever intended to....