Old Biker
		
		
				
					
					
				
				
		
			
				
					A crusty old biker, on a summer ride in the country, walks into a tavern and sees a sign hanging over the bar which reads:
*CHEESEBURGER: $1.50 *
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*CHICKEN SANDWICH : $2.50 *
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*HANDJOB: $10.00 *
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Checking his wallet, he walks up to the bar and beckons to one of the women serving drinks.
"Yes?" she inquires with a knowing smile, "can I help you?"
"I was wondering," whispers the biker, "are you the young lady who gives the hand-jobs?"
"Yes," she purrs, "I am." 
The old biker replies, "Well, wash your hands. I want a cheeseburger!" \
 
				
			 
			
		 
			
				
			
				
			
			
				I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.
			
			
		 
	
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