A rugged biker was quietly sipping his whiskey at an area tavern when a younger girl sat down on the stool subsequent to him.
She glanced at his leather-based jacket and requested, “Are you an actual biker?”
“Completely,” he replied proudly. “My mother rode a Harley whereas she was pregnant with me. I grew up on the again of my dad’s chopper, and I’ve been using my very own rig ever since. I’m a biker by way of and thru.”
The girl nodded thoughtfully. “Effectively, I’m a lesbian. I spend my whole day enthusiastic about girls. From the second I get up, within the bathe, watching TV, consuming—actually all the pieces makes me take into consideration girls.” With that, she paid for her drink and walked out.
A couple of minutes later, one other patron sat down subsequent to the biker, seen his gear, and requested, “Hey man, are you an actual biker?”
The biker took a protracted, gradual sip of his whiskey, shook his head in bewilderment, and replied:
“I at all times thought I used to be… however I simply discovered I’m a lesbian.”
