Some more humor to entertain you....
No Fear
One Sunday an old biker walks
into church and sits down in the front row. As the
preacher is beginning his sermon, the devil suddenly appears at the altar. The
members of the congregation, including the preacher himself, flee the church in
terror, all except for this one old biker in the front
row.
The devil notices this one biker still in the church
and walks down from the altar to confront him. He roars at the man, "Do you know
who I am?"
"Why of course I know who you are," the man calmly replies. "You're Satan."
"And you're not afraid of me like the others?" the devil asks somewhat miffed.
To which the biker replies, "No. Why should I be? I've
been married to your sister for the last 25 years."
Mechanics of Heart Surgery
A mechanic was removing a cylinder head from the motor of a Harley motorcycle when he spotted a well-known heart surgeon in his shop. The surgeon was waiting for the service manager to take a look at his bike. The mechanic shouted across the garage, "Hey Doc, can I ask you a question?" The surgeon, a bit surprised, walked over to the mechanic working on the motorcycle. The mechanic straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag and asked, "So Doc, look at this engine. I open its 'heart', take valves out, fix'em, put'em back in; and when I finish, it works just like new. So how come I get such a measly salary and you get the really big bucks when you and I are doing basically the same kind of work?"The surgeon paused, smiled and leaned over, and whispered to the mechanic, "Try doing it with the engine running."
The Doberman
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A timid little man ventured into a biker bar in the Bronx and, upon clearing his throat, asked, "Um, err, which of you gentlemen owns the Doberman tied to the parking meter outside?"A giant of a man wearing biker leathers with his body hair growing out of the seams turned slowly on his stool. He looked down at the quivering little man and said, "It's my dog. Why?"
"Well," squeaked the little man very nervously, "I believe my dog just killed it, sir."
"What?" roared the big man in disbelief. "What in the hell kind of dog do you have?"
"Sir," answered the little man, "It's a four-week-old puppy."
"Bull!" roared the biker, "How could your puppy kill my Doberman?"
"It appears that he choked on it, sir."
The Waitress
The waitress was tired of this one biker always hitting on her, so she came up with a plan.
"I'll tell ya what, stud. I'll have sex with ya on two conditions.
First, it'll cost ya 50 bucks.
Second, you have to guarantee me that bells will ring and lights will flash."