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And with that, the drunk is gone. He came home last night a few hours after I did. He knew what he was doing. It's easier if he faces me with Nina present. Anyway, upon his arrival I'd had a couple pints and a shot and was coming down from my high of getting ready to beat him senseless. When I saw him I ordered him to "get that piece of shit out of my driveway". When he came back in I told him that I want my house and mailbox keys... NOW!!! What a pussy.

Nina wanted him to sit down and explain to her why he'd spent the past nine months lying and using us. Why, Sam, why? Oh why and how could you do this to us? Please explain it to me. I wasn't in the mood to wait to hear his next lie so I ansewred for him.

"Because I'm a drunken loser and I dont' care about anyone or anything but myself."

After this I threatened his life and called him faggot enough times that he almost got a glint of fight in his eye. Oh how I wished he'd stood up. Oh well, maybe next time. Wait. That's right. There won't be a next time, because I threw him out of the house and told him I never want to see him again.

And the house is mine. Mine again. I'm naked right now. That's right. I'm sitting at my computer butt naked! Yeah, baby! Nina's in bed wishing she could feel close with me. I think that means she's horny. I can't be sure. But it can wait while I tell everyone how I'm both typing, and looking squarely at my dong. Boo-yah.