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...hold the chicken.
humor, dropped on my doorstep:
A good looking biker stops by the Harley shop to have his
bike fixed. They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said
he didn't live far and would just walk home.
On the way home, he stopped at the hardware store and bought
a bucket and an anvil. Next, he stopped by the feed store
and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, he
now had a problem, how to carry all of his purchases home.
The owner said, "Put the anvil in the bucket, carry the
bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry
the goose in your other hand."
"Hey, thanks!" the biker said, and out the door he went.
But in the parking lot, he was approached by a little old
lady who told him she was lost. She asked, "Can you tell me
how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane?"
The biker said, "Well, as a matter of fact, I live at 1616
Mockingbird Lane. Let's take my short cut and go down this
alley. We'll be there in no time."
The little old lady looked him over cautiously, then said, "I
am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I
know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me against
the wall, pull up my skirt, and ravish me?"
The biker said, "Holy smokes, Lady! I'm carrying a bucket, an
anvil, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I
possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?"
The lady said, "Set the goose down, cover him with the
bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the
chickens."
A good looking biker stops by the Harley shop to have his
bike fixed. They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said
he didn't live far and would just walk home.
On the way home, he stopped at the hardware store and bought
a bucket and an anvil. Next, he stopped by the feed store
and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, he
now had a problem, how to carry all of his purchases home.
The owner said, "Put the anvil in the bucket, carry the
bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry
the goose in your other hand."
"Hey, thanks!" the biker said, and out the door he went.
But in the parking lot, he was approached by a little old
lady who told him she was lost. She asked, "Can you tell me
how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane?"
The biker said, "Well, as a matter of fact, I live at 1616
Mockingbird Lane. Let's take my short cut and go down this
alley. We'll be there in no time."
The little old lady looked him over cautiously, then said, "I
am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I
know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me against
the wall, pull up my skirt, and ravish me?"
The biker said, "Holy smokes, Lady! I'm carrying a bucket, an
anvil, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I
possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?"
The lady said, "Set the goose down, cover him with the
bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the
chickens."