A Visit to the Biker Bar
An old woman goes into a biker bar. She demands to talk to the leader. A tough-looking bearded biker stands up. “I wanna join your gang!” she says. The biker thinks for a second. “Do you have any tatoos?” he asks. “Sure,” as she bares her arm. “Hmmm, do you have a leather jacket?” “Out on my hog,” she says. “Have you ever been picked up by the fuzz?” “No, but I’ve been swung around the room by my tits!”


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