Not much of a truck driver... | ||
Three large, leather-clad bikers entered the truckers' café and walked over to a little old man eating at the counter. The first biker pushed his cigarette into the man's pie. The second spat into the man's milk. The third turned over the old man's plate. As they laughed and sat down in a booth, the old man stood up from the counter and silently left the diner. When the waitress came to their booth to take their order, one biker said, "Not much of a man, was he?" "Not much of a truck driver either," replied the waitress. "He just backed his big rig over three motorcycles!" |
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