A crusty old biker out on a long summer ride in the country, pulls up to a tavern in the middle of nowhere. He leans the bike on it's jiffy stand, cuts the engine 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 cash on hand, the ol' 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 greybeard. "Yes?" she inquires, with a wide knowing smile. "May I help you?"
The ol' biker leans over the bar. "I was wondering young lady" he asks her, "are you the one who gives the hand-jobs?"
She looks into his eyes with that wide smile and purrs: "Why yes... I surely am".
The ol' biker leans closer and into her left ear whispers softly: "Well, wash your hands real good darlin'... 'cause I want a cheeseburger."
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 cash on hand, the ol' 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 greybeard. "Yes?" she inquires, with a wide knowing smile. "May I help you?"
The ol' biker leans over the bar. "I was wondering young lady" he asks her, "are you the one who gives the hand-jobs?"
She looks into his eyes with that wide smile and purrs: "Why yes... I surely am".
The ol' biker leans closer and into her left ear whispers softly: "Well, wash your hands real good darlin'... 'cause I want a cheeseburger."
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