moparstuart
Well-Known Member
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 ole' 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 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".
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 ole' 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 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".
