Old Biker

Maggot

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  • Jul 27, 2007
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    A pal just sent me this one. If its been around before my apologies.

    Old Biker

    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 old 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 biker.
    "Yes?" she enquires with a wide, knowing smile, "may I
    help you?"


    The old 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 old biker leans closer and into her left ear whispers
    softly, "Well, wash your hands real good, cause I want a
    cheeseburger".