O.T. Humor- Biker Gang

A man appears before St. Peter at the pearly gates. "Have you ever done
anything of particular merit?" St. Peter asks.

"Well, I can think of one thing," the man offers. "Once, on a trip to
the Black Hills, out in South Dakota, I came upon a gang of
high-testosterone bikers who were threatening a young woman. I directed
them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So I approached the
largest and most heavily tattooed biker. I smacked him on the head,
kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring and threw it on the
ground, and told him, 'Leave her alone now or you'll answer to me.'"

St. Peter was impressed. "When did this happen?"

"Just a couple of minutes ago."

 

GAH -- that's a good one. I got a real story to counter:
My wife and I were getting very hungry a few hours after normal
dinnertime on the way back from Yosemite to San Franciso. We were going
the north route out the Park and after a LONG drive with no towns at all
along the way we came upon a town (which name I forget) somewhere along
the north end of the San Joachin valley and saw a tavern that looked
nice from the outside. It was called the Iron Door Saloon, and it was
obviously open and hopping with business even at around 11:00 pm. Our
mouths were watering as we smelled the food from the kitchen blowing
along the sidewalk. We opened the door and the first thing we noticed
was the sawdust-on-dirt floor. The second thing we noticed were all the
jackets with Hell's Angels on them, and the shaved heads and fu-manchu
mustaches. As we stood there in our shocked yuppie silence a burley
waitress with one tooth missing passed us by with a trayful of beers.
She smiled and said "What the f___ are YOU, doing here?". We left
quickly.



'Sporky'