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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 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 payment, the ole' 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 ole biker. 
 
"Yes?" she enquires 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".

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supadonk Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Moto3 racer Joined: 21 May 2009 Location: s/wales Status: Offline Points: 34	Post Options Post Reply Quote supadonk Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Topic: bikers Posted: 08 Jul 2009 at 20:03
	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 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 payment, the ole' 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 ole biker. "Yes?" she enquires 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".
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robbiersv Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Premium Member Joined: 16 May 2009 Location: lothians Status: Offline Points: 424	Post Options Post Reply Quote robbiersv Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 06 Aug 2009 at 00:55
	The hunch back of notre damn, after a particularly hard day,s bell ringing, finally shuffles off home tired and hungry. When he finally get,s there he,s met by his wife standing in the living room with a wok in her hand. Excitedly he ask,s her "chinese for tea tonight dear?" "No" she repies "i,m ironing your shirts!"
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