I think I might have found the perfect way to get rich, and head towards millionaire-dom.

And an incentive to be stuck with a cheating scumbag!

I call this, the.. ahem, Forgiveness Incentive Program.

And MORE incentive to dump a cheating scumbag for someone who would be an even more despicable cheating scumbag!

A WIFE’S collection of 43 diamond gifts bought by her millionaire hubby each time he was unfaithful has been sold for £300,000.

Businessman Robert Charlton could not stop having affairs but guilt drove him to buy jewels.

Wife Elizabeth knew about his flings – yet the bizarre arrangement kept their marriage alive for 26 years until Mr Charlton died at 63 in 1979.

All I can say that, if the quality of the diamonds are good, it wouldn’t have been sold this cheaply.

I don’t mind looking for such a man, giggles. Maybe I shall hold some kind of bidding process, going by carats…

“When I cheat, I buy you 0.2 carat. I will cheat 4 times a year.“

“When I cheat, I buy you 0.6 carat. I will cheat 9 times a year!“

“5 carats! Every week!”

DONE!

You don’t have to say sorry, just buy me diamonds. But auntie here have yet to find a BFF in diamonds, and diamonds no resale value, so perhaps..

… gold bars?

I accept premier watches, Hermes/Chanel bags and property deeds too!

The previous picture was of a lady, who shares an uncanny resemblance to me.

Some people, who have seen more of the facial shots, are convinced it IS me.

I have more pictures to illustrate that, though there were some that probably will prove my “innocence” that it wasn’t me in the picture. Giggles.

But then, this is a healthy site (okay, not for your mental/emotional state sometimes, but still…), occasionally laced with lewd innuendos and strewn with too much sailor talks at times, and I have no intention to have you sack if you load the site at work and have plenty of tits and you-know-where bits staring back at you and your neighbouring colleague/boss’ faces.

All I can say is, that wasn’t me, but I probably have to whip my panties off to shove it into your faces that I have a very decent haircut somewhere, for you guys to be convinced.

Or, from the “patterns“, tsk tsk, yawns, I think I can do a more er…  skilled and convincing “job“. Cough.

Background to this: a friend sent me the censored pictures (only strangely, the censorship is to the face, not to graphic bits), and asked if I was moonlighting. I got a shock at the resemblance too, and couldn’t stop laughing, until he “confessed” that it was his escapade that he was sharing.

And he claimed she was chosen for her resemblance to… gulp, me.

I wouldn’t do me lor! If I am a guy..

Though I still insist, and believe, that was really a brilliant attempt to wind me up. I am NOT convinced, nor do I really think it is him, cos I just think he came across it in the forums or something. He didn’t seem to know the nationality of the said lady in the picture, how can possible?

Or else, it means I have seen his kkj.

Gasp! My eyesssssssssssssssssssssssssss! Ahhhhhhhh!

Does she look… strangely familiar to you?

And I will be the first to admit she does.

Now.

You tell me, look like me or not?!

Say it isn’t so…. -Ting does a Bon Jovi-