A rugged biker was quietly sipping his whiskey at a local tavern when a young woman sat down on the stool next to him.
She glanced at his leather jacket and asked, “Are you a real biker?”
“Absolutely,” he replied proudly. “My mom rode a Harley while she was pregnant with me. I grew up on the back of my dad’s chopper, and I’ve been riding my own rig ever since. I’m a biker through and through.”
The woman nodded thoughtfully. “Well, I’m a lesbian. I spend my entire day thinking about women. From the moment I wake up, in the shower, watching TV, eating—literally everything makes me think about women.” With that, she paid for her drink and walked out.
A few minutes later, another patron sat down next to the biker, noticed his gear, and asked, “Hey man, are you a real biker?”
The biker took a long, slow sip of his whiskey, shook his head in bewilderment, and replied:
“I always thought I was… but I just found out I’m a lesbian.”
