Ken Holme
05-29-2008, 01:33 PM
A sport bike racer went to a bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his whiskey, a young lady sat down next to him. She turned to the knee dragger and asked, "Are you a real racer?" He replied, "Well, I've spent my whole life on sport bikes. My momma was pregnant with me when she rode on the back of my Daddy's 750 SS, then as a little boy I rode on the back with my Daddy until I finally got my own Ducati. I've been riding a sport bikes ever since. So yes, I guess I am a real racer."
She said, "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women; when I shower, watch TV, eat, whatever, everything seems to make me think of women." Then she got up and left.
The biker was thinking about what just happened when a man sat down next to the biker and asked, "Are you a real bike racer?"
He replied, "I always thought I was, but I just found out I'm a lesbian."
She said, "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women; when I shower, watch TV, eat, whatever, everything seems to make me think of women." Then she got up and left.
The biker was thinking about what just happened when a man sat down next to the biker and asked, "Are you a real bike racer?"
He replied, "I always thought I was, but I just found out I'm a lesbian."