The Man Is Racked With Guilt And Confesses To His Neighbor

A man sends a text to his next-door neighbor:

“Bob, I have to confess something. I’ve been feeling guilty because I’ve been spending time with your wife when you’re not around, probably more than you. It’s been so enjoyable and irresistible that I haven’t been able to stop. Sometimes it lasts for hours. I don’t get this at home, but that’s no excuse. I can’t handle the guilt anymore. I hope you’ll accept my sincere apology. It won’t happen again.”

Outraged and feeling betrayed, Bob storms into the bedroom and angrily confronts his wife.

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