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Stuck in rush-hour traffic, I couldn’t help but stare at a burly-looking biker wearing a black leather jacket and chaps pulled up next to me on a shocking pink Harley. My first thoughts were, “Is that really a pink Harley?” and, “I wonder if he’s gay.”
Just then, the traffic cleared, and he pulled in front of me. On the back of his jacket were stenciled the words, “Yes, it is. No, I’m not.”
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My neighbor. She’s single. She’s shapely & beautiful, and she lives right across the street.
I watched her as she got home from work this evening. I was surprised when she walked across the street, up my driveway, and knocked on my door. I opened the door, she looked at me and said, “I just got home, and I have this strong urge to have a good time, get drunk, and have fun tonight. Are you doing anything?” I quickly replied, “Nope, I’m free!” “Great” she said. “Can you watch my dog?”
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