A guy sends a text to his next-door neighbor:“Bob, I’m sorry. I’ve been riddled with guilt and I have to confess: I have been helping myself to your wife when you’re not around, probably more than you.
It’s been so incredible and fun, I’ve not been able to stop myself. Sometimes it goes on for hours and hours.
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I know it’s no excuse but I don’t get it at home. I can’t live with the guilt any longer.
I hope you’ll accept my sincerest apology. It won’t happen again. ”Feeling outraged and betrayed, Bob storms into the bedroom and curses at his wife. Moments later, the guy sends another text:“Bloomin’ auto-correct. I meant to say ‘wifi’.”