lefty
09-05-2009, 12:53 AM
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 thru 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 ol' biker walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender serving drinks to a couple of sun wrinkled farmers.
She glides down behind the bar to the biker, "Yes?" she inquires with a wide knowing smile. "May I help you?"
The 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, I sure am."
The biker leans closer and into her left ear whispers softly, "Well, wash your hands real good, then, 'cause I want a cheeseburger."
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 ol' biker walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender serving drinks to a couple of sun wrinkled farmers.
She glides down behind the bar to the biker, "Yes?" she inquires with a wide knowing smile. "May I help you?"
The 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, I sure am."
The biker leans closer and into her left ear whispers softly, "Well, wash your hands real good, then, 'cause I want a cheeseburger."