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.”
Bob read the message, his face turning crimson.
Without replying, he stormed into his garage, grabbed a wrench, and marched straight over to his neighbor’s house.
He pounded on the door until his neighbor opened it, looking startled.
Before Bob could say a word, the neighbor raised his hands and blurted out,
“Wait, Bob! I was talking about your Wi-Fi!”
Bob froze, wrench mid-swing.
The neighbor continued nervously, “Your internet is way faster than mine… I’ve been streaming movies, gaming—sometimes all night! I’m so sorry, man.”
Bob lowered the wrench slowly, still breathing hard, then muttered, “Next time… just ask for the password.”
The neighbor gave a sheepish grin.
“I would’ve, but I thought you’d say no. And, uh… your Wi-Fi name is ‘PrettyFlyForAWiFi’, so I couldn’t resist.”
Bob sighed, rubbing his temples.
“You scared the hell out of me, Carl. My heart nearly stopped.”
Carl chuckled nervously.
“Well… if it makes you feel any better, I changed the password for you. Figured I owed you that much.”
Bob raised an eyebrow.
“Changed it? To what?”
Carl smirked. “StopSpyingOnMyWife123.”