Monster Mick,went out on a long summer ride in the country on a hot Sunday arvo, pulls up to the Aratula Pub in the middle of nowhere out on the Cunningham Highway (Qld) , parks his bike and walks inside. As he passes through the swinging doors, he sees a sign hanging over the bar:
COLD BEER : $3.00
HAMBURGER : $10.00
CHEESEBURGER : $8.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH : $3.50
HAND JOB : $50.00
Checking his wallet to be sure he has the necessary payment, the ole' biker walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender, who is serving drinks to a couple of sun wrinkled potato farmers, a grazier or two, and half a dozen interstate truckies.
She glides down behind the bar to Mick.
"Yes?" she enquires with a wide, seductive smile, "may I help you?"
Mick leans over the bar, "I was wondering young lady," he whispers, "are ya the one who gives the hand-jobs?
She looks into his eyes with that wide, coy smile and purrs, "Why yes, yes, I sure am".
Mick leans closer still, and into her left ear he whispers softly, "Well, wash ya hands real good, coz I want a chicken sandwich".
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