BIKER LOGIC

[johnl]

A crusty old biker out on a long summer ride in rural Nevada, where damn hear anything is legal, pulls up to a tavern in the middle of nowhere, parks his bike and walks inside.

As he passes through the swinging doors, he sees 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 has the necessary payment, the ole' biker  walks up
 to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender who is serving drinks to a
 couple of sun-wrinkled farmers.
 
 She glides down behind the bar to speak to our hero.
 
 "Yes?" she inquires with a wide, knowing smile, "may I help you?"
 
 The ole’ biker leans over the bar, "I was wondering, young lady," he whispers,
 "are you the one who gives the hand-jobs?"
 
 She looks into his eyes with that wide smile and purrs "Why yes, yes, I sure
 am".
 
 The ole' biker leans closer and into her left ear and whispers softly,  "Well, go wash your
 hands real good, ‘cause I want a cheeseburger".

[javabug]

I wonder if the burgers are good there?

[Rocket Ron]

do they come with special sauce 

[Speed-Randy]

Well this went downhill quickly