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Show 91 he didn't seem to mind that I wasn't real interested and I'm easy, a real sucker, so I listened. For a while it seemed like he was telling me everything. Like how they had screwed three times the night before and in what positions, which was real hard for me to imagine, I mean, the two of them wrestling around must have really rocked that little trailer they live in. And how she had squealed when he brought her one of those porno books from the dirty bookstore downtown. Then one day he tells me that she's going on a diet and wants him to also and what did I think? I told him I didn't have an opinion on that but it was a lie, if Donny lost fifty pounds he would still be overweight. From then on things started going to hell for Donny. For a week she refused to do any housework, wouldn't make the bed or take out the garbage, nothing, until he promised her a color television set. Then they started to argue about everything. They argued about where they should go on their vacation and had a fight over the kind of carpet they should get for the trailer and she started ragging him about why did he have to work the late shift and leave her alone nights? I mean they even fought about who should set the mousetrap and who should empty it. Jesus. He'd tell me all about it then ask how it was going with my Linda, making it pretty obvious that what he wanted was advice. Well I didn't have any so I would just say things were fine with us, I kept my foot down, although the truth of it was that I |