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The Biker & the Old Lady
A biker stops by the local Harley Shop to have his bike fixed. They
couldn’t do it while he waited, so he said he didn’t live far and would just
walk home. On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a
bucket and an anvil. He stopped by the feed store/livestock dealer and
picked up a couple of chickens and a goose.However, struggling outside the store he now had a problem: how to carry
all of his purchases home. While he is scratching his head he was approached by
a little old lady who told him she was lost. She asked, “Can you tell me how
to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane?” The biker said, “Well, as a matter of
fact, I live at 1616 Mockingbird Lane. I would walk you home but I
can’t carry this lot.”
The old lady suggested, “Why don’t you put the anvil
in the bucket, carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm
and carry the goose in your other hand?”“Why thank you very much,” he said and proceeded to walk the old girl home.
On the way he says “Let’s take my short cut and go down this alley. We’ll be
there in no time.” The little old lady looked him over cautiously then said,
“I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that
when we get in the alley you won’t hold me up against the wall, pull up my
skirt, and have your way with me?”The biker said, “Holy smokes lady! I am carrying a bucket, an anvil, two
chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I
possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?”The lady replied, “Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the
anvil on top of the bucket, and I’ll hold the chickens. -
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lol
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An old lady chances upon a Hell’s Angels party. She walks in and finds Bear, the big ugly, hairy, dirty leader of the chapter.
“Excuse me young man, I would like to join your lovely gang” she says.
“Sorry luv, this ain’t no gang for grannies. For a start you gotta have a fuckin’ bike!”
“Well i do have a little bike, it’s over there on the other side of the road” She says, pointing to a black chopper with skull and crossbones painted on and leather everywhere.
“Not bad, li’l lady. But you still can’t join the angels, you gotta be a smoker! Do you smoke luv?” said Bear
“Not really, I do find cigarettes ever so dirty. I do like to skin up a big fat joint from time to time, usually 6 a day. Will that do?” granny replied
“Smokin’, but you still can’t be one of us, you gotta be a drinker! You a drinker, honey?” He growled.
“I do enjoy a little tipple, I tend to get through a bottle of that lovely Jack Daniel’s each day. Will that do?” She asked
“Impressive, but you still can’t be in our chapter. You’ve got to be a real bad ‘un. You know, a wild rebel and a hell raiser. You ever been caught by the fuzz?”
“No dear but I’ve been swung round by my nipples!” -
:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
nice onenik
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😮 😀
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*rofl*
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