Yesterday I went to one of my nephews 60th birthday celebrations
...good guy. Looks like Dale Earnhardt and Sings like Merle Haggard.
...I noticed that the parking lot was full of motorcycles (real motorcycles, not rice burners) and there half a dozen biker types hanging around the front door all dressed in leather vests. They was smoking. Can ya imagine a biker bar that makes ya go outside to smoke? Anyway, we went on in. How could anything go wrong in a Bar that has Karoke and caters to bikers? I was injured in a Karaoke accident once. Me and three other fat guys was on stage doing Garth Brooks "Friends in Low Places" and a little pushing and shoving broke out. Them other guys didn't realize that God wanted me to sing Lead and that they was just there for Harmony.
...about half the customer in the place were local black folks and the rest were creep ass crackers like myself. Everybody was happy and getting along just fine. The bikers (all white) were on a "run" to raise money for a young black girl who needed a double lung transplant.
...about a half hour later my nephew walked in. I stood up (with assistance of my cane) and yelled "Hewlan" (that's his name) "Glad ya finally got here, I was just fixing to toss all these bikers out." There was a moment of dead silence and then the loudest bunch of guffawing and laughing ya ever heard.
Liberals are like a "Slinky". Totally useless, but somehow ya can't help but smile when you see one tumble down a flight of stairs!
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