The Biker Bar
NOTE: This One is Crude. If you think you might be offended, you will be -- so don't read it. (Prior warning = NO complaints accepted!)
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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 thru the swingin' 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. 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."
Posted September 2, 2009 11:00 AM
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