So my freaky alcoholic neighbor comes wandering by while my boyfriend is tinkering with my truck. He walks up to us and starts whining about how he just saw his wife with another man and somehow segues into talking about how married sex is better because you don't have to use condoms. "You know what I mean, my friend," he tells my boyfriend with a leer and a wink.
Welcome to the neighborhood.
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