Clear up afterwards...
The moral of this story is surely, if you are gonna use technology to cheat, be careful to make sure you clear any evidence...
PH - Because I bet she has "accidently" emailed indecent photo's
A cheating hubby who apparently emailed the extramarital object of his affections a candid snap of himself via his iPhone claimed the whole thing was a glitch after his missus rumbled his dirty dealings. The whole sorry tale is outlined on this discussion, which begins: Please help! I took my husband's i-phone and found a …
I mean what else could it be? Computers do all kinds of strange things all the time. For example it replaces my carefully worded reply with swearwords when I send email to my boss. I would think that they would fix that bug as soon as possible but it's been like this for a long time already.
It certainly does if you are checking my sent folder on my iPhone when i am not looking.
Anybody who does this kind of clandestine investigation e.g. looking at partners' texts / email, is someone looking to be binned.
Course, if i was with some other bit of strumpet, i would admit to it... multiple women are just too much hassle to maintain!
To have thought up an excuse as lame as that. He could have at least claimed his doctor was wanting to check his prostate was functioning and wanted him to emai the results due to the surgery being closed for the weekend!
Yeah Darling, I was drunk and I emailed my boss saying this is how much of a wanker he is!
You mean you didnt receive my sexy picture....Who the hell did I send it to...OMG!!!!
I lost my ticket can I still have my coat?
Forget the question of a bug - why was he taking pics like that anyway? Everyone knows about the awful lag between clicking and the actual picture being taken - it's common on almost every digi camera, especially the cheap ones. He's got some skill!
Someone needs to out the IP of the two posters who agreed with her husband.
The guy has some pretty good photography skills if he can compose and take a photo at said moment. Unless, like his Mrs said, he had lots of practice.
I could be wrong, and this is the latest killer app for the Jesus* phone.
* well arent' we all converted at the moment of maximum pleasure.
I often seem to have sent photos of myself, pleasing myself to woman. I shall use this website as proof that is Apple's fault and not mine when I'm up in front of the judge next week :-)
I wonder if Paris wants pix of me since I seem to have alot of her, pleasing not only herself - who knows her number ?
When I first started reading it I thought that some kind blokes had done exactly that, just randomly supported one of their fellow men by planting enough doubt in her mind as to sway her into at least inertia. Alas no. We brothers must stick together, but not literally.
And to echo other posters, if she's reading his email behind his back then she's almost certainly psycho material anyway and needs ditching asap. Best thing that could've happened to him really.
It supports the whole "women's-intuition-is-probably-bullshit" argument in that they're no more intuitive than a Halford's car sponge; they just snoop, pry and scheme continuously and thus know stuff they shouldn't.
Paris, because she has enough money to pay other people to spy on you and your Sent Items.
You got something to hide then?
"Don't want to know" is different from "Doesn't deserve to know". She deserves to know if her hub is cheating on her - go and look up marriage vows. If you honestly believe he was in the right, you should never get married, or ever have any kind of relationship other than perhaps a jar of pasta-sauce. He is def. the one who needs ditching (and she was probably looking because she already suspected).
Thumbs down to anyone who belittles marriage.
...I'm referring to the JesusPhone as the iPonse at the moment. If you forget about the "h" then a quick jumble of the letters produces the exact sentiment for people that purchase these devices, no?
Paris, because I'll probably need some of her oral skills to get Orange to give me an HTC Touch HD for free when my contract comes up in December...
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