There I was drinking with the yummy ladies around me, feeling much like Tone Loc after a sip of Funky Cold Medina, when this yummy mama in biker’s outfit came up to me.
“You must be someone famous,” she said.
“I guess I am,” I answered. “Are you a biker?”
“Yes, I am,” she replied, checking her own outfit to see if anything is out of place.
“Female bikers ride big bikes because they never get anything big in between their legs,” I explained.
“Oh, really? My husband is a big biker too,” she responded.
“Men who ride big bikes have this complex about not having anything big in between their legs to show off,” I replied.
She looked at me and at the yummy ladies by my side and asked, “Are you a biker?”
I looked at the ladies around me and then back to this biker mama, “Obviously not.”
She smiled. I passed her my hotel room key.
“Wait for me upstairs. I’ll show you what a non-biker rides.”
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