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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 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.” |
