Last week a group of bikers were riding west on I-74 when they saw a girl about to jump off a bridge. The leader opted to stop.
The leader, George a big burly man in his early fifties gets off his bike, walks through the gawkers, past the State Trooper, and says, “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to commit suicide,” she says.
While he didn’t want to appear “sensitive,” he didn’t want to miss a be-a-legend opportunity either so he asked … “Well, before you jump, why don’t you give me a kiss?” So, with no hesitation at all, she leaned back over the railing and did just that … and it was a long, deep, lingering kiss followed immediately by another one.
After she’s finished, George gets approval from his group, the onlookers, and even the State Trooper, then says, “Wow! That was the best kiss I have ever had, Honey! That’s a real talent you are wasting, Sugar Shorts. You could be famous if you rode with me. Why are you committing suicide?”
She said, “My parents don’t like me dressing up like a girl” The onlookers are still unclear whether she jumped or was pushed!
I was abandoned in a motel last night and don’t know what to do. No one wants to help.
Sorry about your motel experience last night. Did they make you pay the bill?