Dear Keith: 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 neighbor, 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, found a spelling error, I really should use spell check! That should be “WiFi”… Sorry!
Hat tip: Uncle Skip
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