Excuse my spelling I am a bit or a lot dislexic (seriously). I once went to a toga party dressed as a goat!
Reminds me of the dyslexic Christian who got thrown to the lino.
Despite all of the joviality on here marital problems are no joke; I should know, I've been sh@gging my secretary for months (not continuously, you understand) and last week we both fell asleep afterwards, I woke up and realised that I was going to be very late home, while I dressed I got my secretary to take my shoes outside and get them good and muddy. When I got home I faced the inevitable questions about my tardiness and confessed all about my affair, my wife took one look at my shoes and answered with "Don't you lie to me, you've been down that airfield again".
Dragqueen, is your wife my secretary?