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An 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
CHICKEN SANDWICH : $2.50
HAND JOB: $1,000.
Checking his wallet for the necessary payment, he walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender serving drinks to a meager looking group of farmers.
"Yes?" she inquires with a knowing smile, "C an I help you?"
"I was wondering," whispers the old 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."
CHEESEBURGER: $1.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH : $2.50
HAND JOB: $1,000.
Checking his wallet for the necessary payment, he walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender serving drinks to a meager looking group of farmers.
"Yes?" she inquires with a knowing smile, "C an I help you?"
"I was wondering," whispers the old 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."
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