Joke...My wife...Hmmmmm

[zl900_moab]

Dear Abby;

I've never written to you before, but I really need your advice on what
could be a crucial decision.

I've suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me.

The usual signs...phone rings, but if I answer, the caller hangs up.

My wife has been going out with the girls a lot recently, although when I
ask their names she always says, "Just some friends from work, you don't
know them."

I sometimes stay awake to look out for her cab coming home, but she always
comes walking up the drive as I hear the sound of a car leaving, around the
corner, as if she has gotten out and walked the rest of the way.

Why? Maybe she wasn't in a taxi at all?
I once picked up her cell phone, just to see what time it was.

This caused her to go completely berserk.

She quickly snatched the phone out of my hand and cursed me hysterically,
screaming that I should never touch her personal property, then accused me
of trying to spy on her. Anyway, I have never broached the subject with my
wife.

I think deep down I just didn't want to know the truth, but last night she
went out again and I decided to really check on her.

I decided I was going to park my Harley Davidson Lowrider next to the garage

and then hide behind it so I could get a good view of the street around the
corner when she came home.

It was at that moment, crouching behind my motorcycle that I noticed a small

amount of motor oil leaking through the gasket between the rear head and
rocker arm cover.

So... is this something I can easily repair myself or do you think I should
take it back to the dealer?

Please don't hold it against me for putting the HD reference on this website, I am really not a bad guy, honest, and besides, Kawasakis don't leak oil (much...sorry Mark)!!!

[zlMark]

LMAO, good one moab :lol:

[Southernstyle]

Good one Moab!
Later,
SS

[zlMark]

Why we ride eliminators. :wink:

On the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of whom loved to play together. One day, the two were playing when the horse fell into a bog and began to sink. Scared for his life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to go get the farmer for help! Off the chicken ran, back to the farm.

Arriving at the farm, he searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail, for he had gone to town with the only tractor. Running around, the chicken spied the farmer's new Harley. Finding the keys in the ignition, the chicken sped off with a length of rope hoping he still had time to save his friend's life. Back at the bog, the horse was surprised, but happy, to see the chicken arrive on the shiny Harley, and he managed to get a hold of the loop of rope the chicken tossed to him. After tying the other end to the rear bumper of the farmer's bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and, with the aid of the powerful bike, rescued the horse!

Happy and proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the farmhouse, and the farmer was none the wiser when he returned. The friendship between the two animals was cemented: best buddies, best pals.

A few weeks later, the chicken fell into a mud pit, and soon, he too, began to sink and cried out to the horse to save his life! The horse thought a moment, walked over, and straddled the large puddle. Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his **** and he would then lift him out of the pit. The chicken got a good grip, and the horse pulled him up and out, saving his life.

The moral of the story?

When you're hung like a horse, you don't need a Harley to pick up chicks.