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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 inquires 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"
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 inquires 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"
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