A crusty ole’ 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
CHICKEN SANDWICH: $3.50
HAND JOB: $50.00
With a smile on his face, he checks his wallet to be sure he has the necessary payment. Then he walks up to the bar and beckons to the extraordinarily beautiful female bartender, who is serving drinks to a couple of sun-wrinkled farmers.
She glides down the bar to the old biker, bends over showing her exceptional breast and says, “Yes? May I help you?”
The ole’ biker leans over the bar and whispers, “I was wondering, miss, are you the one who gives the hand-jobs?”
She looks into his eyes with a sly, knowing smile and purrs, “Why yes, yes, I sure am.”
The ole’ biker leans even closer and whispers softly into her left ear, “Well, then, wash your hands real good cause I want a cheeseburger.”
Hat tip: Coffeepot of Coffepot