The Crusty Biker
Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 10:13 pm
A crusty old biker, on a summer ride in the country, walks into a
tavern and sees a sign hanging over the bar:
CHEESEBURGER: $1.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH: $2.50
HAND-JOB: $10.00
Checking his wallet for the necessary payment, he walks up to the bar,
and beckons to one of the three exceptionally attractive women
serving drinks.
"Yes?" she inquires with a knowing smile, "can I help you?"
"I was wondering ," whispers the biker, "are you the young lady who
gives the hand-jobs?"
"Yes," she purrs, "I am."
The old biker replies, "Well, go wash your hands, I want a
cheeseburger."
tavern and sees a sign hanging over the bar:
CHEESEBURGER: $1.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH: $2.50
HAND-JOB: $10.00
Checking his wallet for the necessary payment, he walks up to the bar,
and beckons to one of the three exceptionally attractive women
serving drinks.
"Yes?" she inquires with a knowing smile, "can I help you?"
"I was wondering ," whispers the biker, "are you the young lady who
gives the hand-jobs?"
"Yes," she purrs, "I am."
The old biker replies, "Well, go wash your hands, I want a
cheeseburger."
