As the Editor is in the mood to set up new temp categories, a little space needs to be set up for me and Bobtheturkey to fight a duel. The prize being my wife. He has been seeing her behind my back,...
If you want my wife, you will have to fight for her. The loser recinds their right to shag my wife and must instead parade down their local High St wearing nothing but a pair of pink leather Y-Fronts....
I think shes cheating on me. There is a bloke down the road that I think shes got her eye on. What should I do? Should I just let her go? Ive heard he shops at Primark, and thats where she met him.
