Ok I know I spelled Kenevil wrong but so what lol. Just wanted to post a thread in honour of MrSxshz aka Andy who's come off his motorcycle (God love him) broken his arm in 2 places, dislocated his shoulder, has concussion, a grazed arse and an even more grazed ego (the size of f**king Bolton) Andy you know me and Ian love ya mate even if Sue wants to thrash you with a cat - o - nine tails pmsl. Get well soon mate and hopefully (or not) see you soon so you can make us laugh so much we split our sides (thats NOT a joke this guy is funny as fook) Sue don't know how you put up with him you seriously sexy, horny lady you xxxxxxxxxxxx Kelly xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and Ian xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Evil Kenevil
Warming the Bed
pmsl kel you read my mind bout what i want to do to him :fury:
love ya too
sue and evil kenevil xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sexlightened
as a fellow motorcyclist i just want to wish you well and hope you back on two wheels soon mr sxshz regards general 
Post edited 30-05-2007 15:33
Post edited 30-05-2007 15:33 
Casanova
Get well soon xxx
Should I send the sexy nurse's round??
Sarah x
Warming the Bed
ok please no one have sympathy lol
this was not his bike, he was riding on the back of a mates brand new R1
not even used to it himself. :fury:
so now im gonna be all alone and working :cry:
thanks for the kind comments
sue and crash dummy andy xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
A woman named Jill stood up at her church's Testimony Meeting one Sunday morning, took the microphone from one of the church ushers, and bared her soul to the entire congregation:
"I want to tell you about the awful accident that my husband, Jim, has suffered this past month. He was riding his bike, lost control, ran off the highway and hit a tree. He was rushed to the hospital, and could have died, but thank the Lord, all he suffered was a broken scrotum."
The congregation gasped in horror. The men in the congregation were obviously uneasy and writhed in their seats. "Jim has been in terrible pain all month since the accident. He has trouble breathing. He has trouble swallowing his food. He can hardly lift anything, he's in so much pain and he has missed work because of it. He can't lift our children up to hold them and give them the personal love that they need, worst of all, we can no longer cuddle and have intimate relations. He is in constant pain, a pain so terrible that our love life has all but slipped away into oblivion. I would like to ask you all in the congregation to pray for Jim, and pray for us, that his broken scrotum will soon heal and be as good as new."
A dull murmur erupted within the congregation as the full impact of this terrible accident sunk in, and the men in the congregation were visibly shaken up with the thought that, "there but for the grace of God go I".
Then, as the murmuring settled down, a lone figure stood up in the midst of the congregation, worked his way up to the pulpit, obviously in pain, adjusted the microphone to his liking, then leaned over and said to the congregation:
"My name is Jim, and I have only one word for my wife, Jill. That word is: STERNUM!"
