Rev Ian Paisley

Mr and Mrs paisley were having a bit of a problem with their sex life. It wasn't a physical one, more that Ian seemed to have lost all intrest in her. No matter what she tried, sexy underwear, romantic music, nights in by the fire, nothing seemed to work.

It was then that she hit upon an novel idea. Off she went to a tatoo parlour and had a couple of tatoos done on her inner thighs.

Home she went and slipped into her sexiest number. Ian was in the drawing room contemplating the following days objections when she entered the room. She slided over to him and revealed a tatoo of the Queen on her left upper thigh. Ian slipped off his chair and planted a kiss on the image of her majesty.

She then turned his head to reveal a tatoo of princees margaret on her right upper thigh. Her duly planted a kiss on the image of the princess.

Seizing the moment she sliiped off her underwear and beckoned for Ian to continue as he had started. Ian turned to her and said.......








.... you can fook right off if you think I'm kissing Gerry Adams!!