Badger Bart
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The "biker"
The "biker"
A big, dumb, but fairly good looking biker stops by the 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. Next, he stopped by the feed store and picked up a
couple of chickens and a goose. However, he now had a problem: how to
carry all of his purchases home.
The feed store owner said, "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."
"Hey, thanks!" the biker said, and out the door he went.
In the parking lot, 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. You can follow me through my short cut 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 against the wall, pull up my
skirt, and ravish me?"
"Holy smokes, Lady!" the biker said. "I'm 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?"
"Well," the lady said, "set the goose down, cover him with the
bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the
chickens."
The "biker"
A big, dumb, but fairly good looking biker stops by the 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. Next, he stopped by the feed store and picked up a
couple of chickens and a goose. However, he now had a problem: how to
carry all of his purchases home.
The feed store owner said, "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."
"Hey, thanks!" the biker said, and out the door he went.
In the parking lot, 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. You can follow me through my short cut 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 against the wall, pull up my
skirt, and ravish me?"
"Holy smokes, Lady!" the biker said. "I'm 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?"
"Well," the lady said, "set the goose down, cover him with the
bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the
chickens."
