A Harley rider walked into a chemist shop and asked to talk to a male pharmacist.
The woman he was talking to said that she was the only pharmacist and that as she and
her sister owned the store, there were no males employed there.
She then asked if she could help him.
The biker said that it was something that he would be much more comfortable
discussing with a male pharmacist.
The female pharmacist assured him that she was completely professional, and what
ever it was that he needed to discuss, he could be confident that she would treat him
with the highest level of professionalism.
The biker then agreed and began by saying, “This is tough for me to discuss, but I have
a permanent erection. It causes me a lot of problems, and severe embarrassment and
I was wondering what you could give me for it.”
The pharmacist said, “Just a minute, I’ll talk to my sister.”
When she returned, she said,
“We’ve discussed it at length and the absolute best we can do is:
1/3 ownership in the shop…
A company car…
Five home cooked dinners a week…
And $3,000 a month in living expenses.”
I saw an ass like that at the gas station 2 days ago.
She happened to catch me looking and walked over I presume to give me hell about it.
Before she spoke, she saw the 3 bricks of .22LR sitting on my front seat of the Jeep.
Next thing I know, she sidles up to me and whispers in my ear “How would you like to trade some ammo for a hot night of unbridled passion”?
I thought about it a second and said “That depends on what kind of ammo you have”.