Say 'ok mate, no offence intended', then initiate

a torrid, brutally raw, sexual affair with their wife. Very secretive at first, but get more caveleir with every rendezvous. Soon you'll be living in their loft, waiting to pounce the moment he shuffled downstairs to work on his pitiful CV on the big computer. The t**t. Hop down from the loft and hammer at her clopper like a medieval blacksmith forging a sword fit for the King. Really go to town on it. Whole hand up there. And when she's lying on the bed, vibrating with orgasmy aftershocks from another brutal wanging, simply walk downstairs, past the very twit who poo-poo'ed your kind assistance, and simply wave two fingers under his flared, impotent, nostrils.
Yeah, something like that.

Posted By: MIKEWALKER, Oct 24, 19:43:38