According to a news report, a certain biker bar in South Dakota was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of biker chicks were putting lipstick on in the bathroom after the ride to the bar. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the biker chicks would put them back.

Finally the bar owner decided that something had to be done. On a busy Friday night she called all the biker chicks to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night. To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the biker chicks how much effort was required. He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it.

Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.

Today we find ourselves riding in the countryside, when we come across a car with two ladies in bathing suits that are, well, watch the video. Read more

A Harley owner wanted to learn how to sky dive. He got an instructor and started lessons. The instructor told the Harley owner to jump out of the plane and pull his rip cord.

The instructor then explained that he himself would jump out right behind him so that they would go down together. The Harley owner understood and was ready. The time came to have the Harley owner jump from the air plane. The instructor reminded the Harley owner that he would be right behind him.

The Harley owner proceeded to jump from the plane and after being in the air for a few seconds pulled the rip cord. The instructor followed by jumping from the plane. The instructor pulled his rip cord but the parachute did not open. The instructor, frantically trying to get his parachute open, darted past the Harley owner.

The Harley owner seeing this yelled, as he undid the straps to his parachute, “So you wanna race, eh?”