“There is a Reason I don’t Text very often”
PHIL'S TEXT:
Hi Harry,
This is Phil next door. I have a confession to make, I've been riddled with guilt these past few months and have been trying to get the courage to tell you to your face, but I am at least now telling you in text as I can't live with myself a moment longer without you knowing.
The truth is I have been sharing your wife, day and night when you're not around, in fact, probably more than you. I haven't been able to get it at home recently, but that's no excuse, I know. The temptation was just too much. I can no longer live with the guilt and I hope you will accept my sincerest apologies and forgive me. It won't happen again. Please suggest a fee for usage and I'll pay you.
Regards, Phil
HARRY'S RESPONSE:
Harry, feeling betrayed and furious, immediately dropped his iPhone, ran next door and, without saying a word, slashed all Phil's tires, ripped out his mail box, threw his BBQ and lawn furniture in the pool, and splattered paint all over his garage door.
He then returned home where he poured himself a stiff drink, sat down on the sofa, picked up his phone and saw he had a second message from his neighbor sent a few seconds after the first.
PHIL'S SECOND MESSAGE:
Hi Harry,
This is Phil next door again. Sorry about the typo on my last text. I expect you figured it out anyway, and that you noticed that darned Auto-Correct changed 'WiFi' to 'Wife.'
Isn't technology great?
Regards, Phil
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