Posted May 6, 200817 yr Guy takes his missus on a ride around Ireland, he's loving the roads but his missus is all fed up and wants to go to a pub and warm up. Fed up of her whinging, he pulls over and tells her to put her leather jackert on back to front, reasoning that the wind won't get through the zip and she would feel warmer. So he sets of again, the next pub is about 10 miles away he reckons, so decides to thrash it to get there quickly and so shut her whinging up. He's loving the twisties, getting his knee down and really enjoying himself...in fact it feels like she's not even there. Very soon he's at the pub carpark, pulls up and turns to his missus, challenging her to say that wasn't fun. To his shock his missus is not there! He quickly turns around and hammers it to look for her, fearing the worse, a few miles up the road there is a group of locals, standing around her body. He jumps off the bike, runs over pushing the local people that had stopped to help out the way, kneeling down he sobs out to his poor wife, "babes I'm sorry", he blurts. "are you ok? To which one of the locals speaks up.... "She was fine when we got to her, but she didn't half moan when we twisted her head back the right way"
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