Subject: The Terrific Truck Driver
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Fri Sep 21 2001 - 09:13:36 EDT
"Bikers"
On the weekend of the biggest motorcycle
gathering of the year, I was bar tending at a
club nearby. When the roaring machines
pulled up outside, our patrons' eyes swung
toward the door and conversation turned into
uneasy whispering.
A group of tough looking bikers walked up to
the bar, and one of them asked me where the
phone was. I pointed it out, and the silence in
the room let everybody overhear what the biker
said into the receiver. "Hi, Mom. Just want to
let you know I'll be home late tonight."
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"The Terrific Truck Driver"
A grizzled old man was eating in a truck stop
when three Hell's Angels bikers walked in. The
first walked up to the old man and pushed his
cigarette into the old man's pie, and then took
a seat at the counter. The second walked up
to the old man and spit into the old man's milk,
and then he took a seat at the counter. The third
walked up to the old man and turned over the old
man's plate, and then he took a seat at the counter.
Without a word of protest, the old man quietly left
the diner. Shortly thereafter, one of the bikers said
to the waitress, "Humph, not much of a man, was
he?"
The waitress replied, "Not much of a truck driver
either. He just backed his truck over three motorcycles."
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