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A confession
Alas... if I had a few spare hours I tended to cycle rather than get the bike out for a blast; what with balancing shiftwork and childcare the opportunities were few and far between. I came to the reluctant conclusion that I could not justify the cost of keeping the old girl despite only just getting her back on the road so I sold her (the bike that is, not the wife) to a bloke at work; I think he got a pretty good deal.
At least it stopped the other half nagging me about the space it took up and my lack of life insurance.... |
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I would of sold the wife
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That's poo, hurry get another bike and sell the wife as Rory said.
Ps Rory I've pm'ed you |
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would rather stick broken glass up my arz while drinking picolax then swallow ball bearings than sell the bike.
each to their own and all that. |
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make her a nice brew sit the wife down put your hand on her knee while looking longly into her eyes and say
ok i know you have a problem with my motorbike so i thought id just clear the air shut your fecking pie hole ive had enought of your carp if you dont like it theres the fecking door ,the bike will much prefer being in the house once ive got rid of all your ****, so to make things clear the spare room is now my workshop, the dish washer is used to clean engine parts, and that money for new carpets is going on a nice 2 into 1 zaust. then kiss her on the cheek with a final line of "you think that over and get back to me ok love" job jobbed |
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