A rugged biker was quietly sipping his whiskey at a neighborhood 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 and thru.”
The girl nodded thoughtfully. “Nicely, I’m a lesbian. I spend my whole day fascinated with ladies. From the second I get up, within the bathe, watching TV, consuming—actually every thing makes me take into consideration ladies.” With that, she paid for her drink and walked out.
A couple of minutes later, one other patron sat down subsequent to the biker, observed his gear, and requested, “Hey man, are you an actual biker?”
The biker took an extended, 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.”
