yip im looking, all i see is my workshop roof, which tbh is more likely to be the thing that kills me
Get monumentally shit faced ( as much as you can in 45mins) then take the bike out for one last glorious blast through every speed camera I can find before launching off to oblivion. Basically arrive at the end of things screaming "holy crap! what a ride that was".
Drive up to my ex wifes, which would take just under an hour and take a hammer off the side of her head.....Job jobbed..
But shes only got an hour too, so you've wasted your last hour, shes lived her last hour happy while you were travelling ?? Not sure you thought that one through
Got to be honest, she'll still be sat on her fat arse on the couch and happiness isn't one of her virtues. I'd just want to make sure she was gone. That's the thing about cockroaches, they tend to survive nuclear blast....
It's only 20 years ago.... I'm like an elephant, I never forget.... Or is it grey and wrinkly? Or a 4 ft trunk? ( give you a clue, it's not the last one)