"got a nail gun and nailed his toilet door shut (about 50 nails) after putting a couple of laxettes in his hot chocolate at morning coffeee break. The desired result, being that he crapped himself cos he couldn't gain entry."
That's just awesome right there!
Yep, and the thing is, I vented my frustration without causing him actual harm. OK, he (or should I say his wife) had some extra laundry to do, but he eventually saw the funny side of it and all was forgiven... on both sides. I didn't appreciate his earlier outburst, but it didn't warrant any of the things my workmates suggested. Had I vented in that way and there was a serious injury or fatality, forgiveness and the subsequent friendship would not have eventuated... just unnecessary pain for his family, me paying for it on the wrong side of the bars. Fortunately, common sense prevailed and we were able to move on, but sadly that isn't always the case and too often harm is done in the heat of the moment.
It's nature's way of having you guys stick around with just one woman...it's your nature to want more than one, so some of us are born with the propensity to turn into a new one for you everyday!
No, not me! I only want and need one woman... cos mrs starkers is like that song: "Im Every Woman". When I need good and patience to match, she's a saint; when I need naughty and kinky, she's Madonna after a few vodkas; and if I need discipline and putting in my place, she has no hesitation to become the mother-figure and put me over her knee for a good spanking.
Yup, I got it all in one. 
