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Old Bikers Tue Jul 05, 2011 3:58 pm
Albyalbatross1
Life time member
A
crusty old biker out on a long summer ride in the country pulls up to a tavern
in the middle of nowhere, parks his bike and walks inside.
As he
passes through the swinging doors, he sees a sign hanging over the
bar:
COLD
BEER : $2.00
HAMBURGER : $2.25
CHEESEBURGER : $2.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH
: $3.50
HAND JOB : $50..00
Checking
his wallet to be sure he has the necessary payment, the ole' biker walks up to
the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender who is
serving drinks to a couple of sun-wrinkled farmers.
She
glides down behind the bar to the ole biker.
"Yes?"
she enquires with a wide, knowing smile, "may I help you?"
The
ole biker leans over the bar, "I was wondering young lady," he whispers, "are
you the one who gives the hand-jobs?"
She
looks into his eyes with that wide smile and purrs, "Why yes, yes, I sure
am".
The
ole' biker leans closer and into her left ear whispers softly, "Well, wash
your hands real good, cause I want a cheeseburger".
crusty old biker out on a long summer ride in the country pulls up to a tavern
in the middle of nowhere, parks his bike and walks inside.
As he
passes through the swinging doors, he sees a sign hanging over the
bar:
COLD
BEER : $2.00
HAMBURGER : $2.25
CHEESEBURGER : $2.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH
: $3.50
HAND JOB : $50..00
Checking
his wallet to be sure he has the necessary payment, the ole' biker walks up to
the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender who is
serving drinks to a couple of sun-wrinkled farmers.
She
glides down behind the bar to the ole biker.
"Yes?"
she enquires with a wide, knowing smile, "may I help you?"
The
ole biker leans over the bar, "I was wondering young lady," he whispers, "are
you the one who gives the hand-jobs?"
She
looks into his eyes with that wide smile and purrs, "Why yes, yes, I sure
am".
The
ole' biker leans closer and into her left ear whispers softly, "Well, wash
your hands real good, cause I want a cheeseburger".
