Parking the still gas leaking Harley. , the well rested biker walks into the bar. Never has he seen so many chickens in a bar. Some have pieces of rubber tied to them and several seem to have had their head smashed in a drawer and a few larger birds are having a cigarette. Slowly backing out of the bar he notices what appears to be a witch clubbing some old guy with a broken hip. Crown for all he yells as he speeds away !
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