While riding my Harley, I swerved to avoid hitting a deer, lost control
and landed in a ditch, and severely banged my head.

Dazed and confused I crawled out of the ditch to the edge of the road
when a shinny new convertible pulled up with a very beautiful,
woman who asked, "Are you okay?"

As I looked up, I noticed she was wearing a low cut blouse
with cleavage to die for...

"I'm okay I think," I replied as I pulled myself up to the side
of the car to get a closer look.

She said, “get in and I will take you to my house so
I can clean and bandage that nasty scrape on your head.”

"That's nice of you," I answered, but I don't think my wife
will like me doing that!

"Oh, come now, I am a nurse" she insisted.
"I need to see if you have any more scrapes
and then treat them properly."

Well, she was really pretty, and very persuasive
and being sort of shaken and weak, I agreed, but repeated,
"I'm sure my wife won't like this."

We arrived at her place which was just few miles away,
and after a couple of cold beers and the bandaging,
I thanked her and said, "I feel a lot better,
but I know my wife is going to be really upset, so I'd better go now."

"Don't be silly!" she said with a smile, while unbuttoning her blouse further. "Stay for a while. She won't know anything, and by the way, where is she?"

I replied, "Still in the ditch with my Harley, I guess."

After an office Christmas party, the co-workers were saying their goodbyes in the car park of the restaurant. A guy gets on his motorbike to leave. As he exits the car park, he is knocked down by a car that ran a red light at considerable speed. He texted his wife from the ambulance.

Him: "Hey honey, don't worry, but I was knocked off my bike as I was leaving the party. I'm injured, but ok. Luckily Laura rushed over and made sure I didn't move until the ambulance arrived. The paramedics were initially worried about my neck, but I passed all the initial tests like moving my fingers and toes, so I was able to get my helmet off. They say I most likely have a broken leg, and maybe a fractured wrist. They reckon I should recover ok, but I may have a little bit of rehabilitation therapy ahead of me. Gary is on his way to pick up the bike. Don't worry too much love, I'm a bit beat up, but feeling ok. We're on our way to St John of God Hospital."

Her: "Who's Laura?"