Miserable life - pie cornudo II (idioma ita)

Here comes my husband and finally I can introduce him to my beggar ex in an adequate way: on his knees, at my feet, reduced to a creeping being, with the peduncle caged. In short, a worthy presentation for an asshole and to make it even more ridiculous we ordered him to dance naked. That's exactly the moment in which all my husband's worries, with respect to a flashback, vanish and he begins to understand how convenient it can be for us to have a doormat as a neighbor.