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Biker

Posts Tagged ‘biker’

Bad truck driver

Tuesday, July 7th, 2009

A truck driver stopped at a roadside diner for lunch and ordered a cheeseburger, a cup of coffee and a slice of apple pie. As he was about to eat, three motorcycles pulled up outside.

The three bikers came in, seemingly bored and just looking for trouble.
One of them grabbed the trucker’s cheeseburger out of his hand and took a huge bite from it, the second one took a swig of the trucker’s coffee and the third one wolfed down his apple pie. The truck driver didn’t say a word, merely got up, paid the cashier and left.

As soon as he was gone, the bikers started to snicker to one another and congratulate each other on just how “bad” they’d all been. When the waiter finally walked up to them, one of the bikers growled, “He sure wasn’t much of a man now was he?”

“He sure isn’t much of a driver either,” the waiter replied. “Seems he just backed his 18-wheeler over three
Harley-Davidsons!”

Who owns the doberman outside?

Sunday, July 5th, 2009

A timid little man ventured into a biker bar in the Bronx and, clearing his throat, asked, “Um, err, which of you gentlemen owns the Doberman tied outside to the parking meter?”

A giant of a man wearing biker leathers with his body hair growing out of the seams turned slowly on his stool. He looked down at the quivering little man and said, “It’s my dog. Why?”

“Well,” squeaked the little man, very nervous, “I believe my dog just killed it, sir.”

“What?” roared the big man in disbelief. “What in the hell kind of dog do you have?”

“Sir,” answered the little man, “It’s a four-week-old puppy.”

“Bull!” roared the biker, “How could your puppy kill my Doberman?”

“It appears that he choked on it, sir.”