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Mr. Motorcycle

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I live at 1 Frozen place in, Minnesota, United States
My real name is Mark. For many years now my wife has called me Mr. Motorcycle. When I started my Blog I was looking for a catchy blog name, so I went with it. I'm happily married and I'm also a father of 6 children. I have two human offspring, one dog, two cats and one custom Harley. I believe that makes 6 children. When I'm not doing my real full time job, or going for a ride, I like to do art, custom paint jobs, and of course BLOG. If you would like to contact me, my e-mail address is phonetically spelled for avoiding spammers. (I actually do use the number 1 in the beginning.) 1mrmotorcycleATgmailDOTcom

*****This is my Bliss*****

*****This is my Bliss*****
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The photo above is my ride :
"Kenny" started life as a stock '97, 883 Sportster. It's been a work in progress since the day I bought it many years ago. Its mostly custom with a built, "slightly juiced up" 1200 motor.
The Metal Fabrication, bodywork and custom paint was done by me.

How the Hell did I come up with a name like Kenny for my bike you ask?...... Most people who name their rides, go with chick names. I of course had to be different. I think bikes look tough, cool and masculine; not feminine. Plus, my father "Ken" has helped make me who I am today. Therefore with a little twist on the name, my bike was named "Kenny".

KUSTUM PAINT

KUSTUM PAINT
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Monday, December 15, 2008

Biker joke

The Sensitive Biker

Tara and a few of her friends decide to step out of the box. Instead of their usual meeting place, they decide to spice up the night and try going somewhere different. They choose a local biker bar in Charming, named Road Grits. They are all fairly prim and proper and completely out of their comfort zones. Most certainly not the biker type of gals.

Tara ends up sitting next to Jax, one of the bar's locals. They talk...they connect....they end up leaving together.

They get back to Jax's place, and he shows her around his apartment. She notices that one wall of his bedroom is completely filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears.

There are three shelves in the bedroom with hundreds and hundreds of cute, cuddly teddy bears carefully placed
in rows, covering the entire wall!
It was obvious that he had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange them and she was immediately touched by the amount of thought he had put into organizing the display.

There were small bears all along the bottom shelf, medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf, and huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf.

She found it strange for a biker to have such a large collection of teddy bears.Although, completely drawn to his rebel side, she is quite impressed by his sensitive side as well.

They have a few drinks and continue talking. After awhile, She finds herself thinking, 'Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one! Maybe he could be the future father of my children?'

She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips. He responds warmly.

They continue to kiss, the passion builds, and he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries her into his bedroom where they rip off each others clothes and have hot, steamy sex.

She's more overwhelmed with passion than she has ever known before.

After an intense, explosive night together with this sensitive guy, they are lying there together in the afterglow. Tara rolls over, gently strokes Jax's chest and asks coyly, 'Well, how was it?'

He gently smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply into her eyes, and says:


'Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf before you let your self out'

14 comments:

mrs rc said...

LMAO

Allen Madding said...

OOOHH! She didn't earn the top shelf. Maybe she should opt for tickets and come back again to get the BIG Bear. :)

Ann said...

LMFAO!!! I would have stuffed the prize up his you know what! :)

FLHX_Dave said...

Have you been talking to B.B.? She's always telling me I'm the most sensitive asshole she has ever met.

Big Daddy said...

What Ann says is Bull.
she wouldn't know.
All she's ever offered is top shelf.

Willy D said...

Thanks for reminding me. I'm almost out of teddy bears! ;}

One Harley Rider said...

LOL - Nice Story, good delivery - the charactors and location seemed somewhat familiar. Ha Ha

Lady Ridesalot said...

ROTHLMAO! The middle shelf, heh? This was really funny. I keep trying to come up with a decent come back and I'm blank! I just keep laughing!

Allen... "opt for more tickets and come back again.." LOL! He didn't give her that option though, did he?

Thanks for the laugh, mr. m. I think this is one for sharing!

BTW... word verification is "wallsie", kind of rhymes with ballsie, sort of like our friend here!

Jocelyn said...

GAH! I was all "Oh...Tara, Jax...SEX" and then she only gets a prize from the middle shelf?

Girlfriend needs to work on her game!

B.B. said...

LMAO. I'm with Lady R., I sat and thought about something witty to say, but nothing came.

Dave- :)

TRT said...

Wait a minute, where is the part about shooting a guy in the head??? Funny Joke!!!

Ran'dizzle' said...

I wonder what size he let Wendy take.

KT Did said...

Golden Rule #1:
Ask questions first!
If you don't ask questions first, then do as Ann say: Stuff the prize up his behinneeee.
Very funny

"Joker" said...

LOL! Now there's an idea. The only problem for me is would a lady really be interested in a teddy bear (of any size) with an inch of dust on it???