Three Big Bad Bikers And The Trucker
Three Big Bad Bikers went into a roadside Truck Stop and went up to an older gentleman at the counter who was having his breakfast.
The first biker took out his cigar and dropped it into the man's coffee.
He didn't say a word and resumed eating his breakfast.
The second biker tipped over his glass of orange juice.
Still no reaction.
The third ugly guy dumped the guy's plate of bacon and eggs on the floor.
The little old man got up without saying a word, paid his bill and left the cafe.
"He wasn't much of a man was he?" questioned the leader of the pack.
"No," said the waitress, "and not much of a truck driver either. He just ran over three Harleys in the parking lot."
The first biker took out his cigar and dropped it into the man's coffee.
He didn't say a word and resumed eating his breakfast.
The second biker tipped over his glass of orange juice.
Still no reaction.
The third ugly guy dumped the guy's plate of bacon and eggs on the floor.
The little old man got up without saying a word, paid his bill and left the cafe.
"He wasn't much of a man was he?" questioned the leader of the pack.
"No," said the waitress, "and not much of a truck driver either. He just ran over three Harleys in the parking lot."