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16 | WheelsOfGrace.com | #59 BIKER HUMOR Dano HSMM SFFS NC State Rep & Prez S. Central & NC Chapter A BRIDGE TO HAWAII While riding along a California beach, a biker saw the sky split suddenly and then heard the booming voice of God say "Since you have been faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish." The biker pondered this awhile & then said, "Lord, I would like a bridge to Hawaii so I can go there anytime I want." The Lord said, "Can't you think of a request that would honor & glorify my name." The biker thought about it and finally said, "Lord, I wish I could understand my wife. Please give me the ability to know how she feels, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what her hopes and dreams are, what she really means when she says nothing is wrong and how I can make her truly happy!" God pauses and then replies, "How many lanes do you want on that bridge to Hawaii?" DOBERMAN VS POODLE PUPPY A highly timid little man, ventured into a biker bar in the Bronx and clearing his throat asked, "Um, err, which of you gentlemen owns the Doberman tied outside to the parking meter?" A giant of a man, wearing biker leathers, his body hair growing out through the seams, turned slowly on his stool, looked down at the quivering little man & said, "It's my dog. Why?" "Well," squeaked the little man, obviously very nervous, "I believe my dog just killed it, sir." "What?" roared the big man in disbelief. "What in the heck kind of dog do you have?" "Sir," answered the little man, "It's a four-week-old poodle puppy." "Bull!" roared the biker, "How could your poodle puppy kill my Doberman?" "It appears that your Doberman tried to swallow it whole & choked on my poodle puppy, sir." BIKER & MEXICAN BORDER A biker tries to cross the Mexican border on a motorcycle with two big bags strapped down to his rear fender. The border guard asks, "What's in the bags?" Biker says, "Sand!" The guard wants to examine them, so the motorcyclist gets off his scoot, places the bags on the ground, opens them up, and the guard inspects... only to find sand. The biker straps the bags of sand back onto his scoot & goes on across the border. Two weeks later, the same situation is repeated... "What have you there?" "Sand" "We want to examine." Same results... nothing but sand & he is on his way again. Every two weeks for six months the inspections continue. Finally, one week the old biker didn't show up. However, the guard sees him downtown and says to him, "Buddy, you had us crazy. We sort of knew you were smuggling something. I won't say anything, but what were you smuggling?" The biker says, "Motorcycles." (307) 203-5777 (307) 203-5777 RhinoMan444@sbcglobal.net

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