Maryannaville™

A crusty old biker out on a long summer ride in the country pulls up to a tavern in the middle of nowhere, parked his bike and walked inside. As he passed through the swinging doors, he saw a sign hanging over the bar:

COLD BEER : $2.00
HAMBURGER : $2.25
CHEESEBURGER : $2.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH : $3.50
HAND JOB : $50.00

Checking his wallet to be sure he had enough money, the ole’ biker walked up to the bar and beckoned the attractive female bartender who at the time was busy serving drinks to a couple of sun-wrinkled farmers. Wiping her hands on the bar towel, her eyes were direct as she gracefully glided behind the bar to the ole biker.

“Yes,” she inquired with a wide, knowing smile, “may I help you?” The ole biker leaned over the bar and asked, “I was wondering young lady,” he whispered, “are you the one who gives the hand-jobs?”

She looked into his eyes with a wide smile and purred, “Why yes, yes, I sure am”. The ole’ biker leaned closer and into her left ear whispered softly, “Well, wash your hands real good; I want a cheeseburger.”

Originally posted 2010-02-20 21:13:49. Republished by Blog Post Promoter