A guy texts his 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.
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.
The man, feeling outrage and betrayed, grabs his gun goes into the bedroom and without a word shoots his wife.
Moments later the guy gets a second text:
Damn, I really should use spell check!
That should be “wifi”… Sorry!
by Don Bobbitt, 2015