A farmer has about 200 hens, but no rooster and he wants chicks. So, he goes down the road to the next farmer and asks if he has a rooster.

The other farmer says, "Yeah, I've got this great rooster, named Randy; "he'll service every chicken you've got. No problem."

Well, Randy the rooster is a lot of money, but the farmer decides he'd be worth it. So , he buys Randy. The farmer takes Randy home and sets him down in the barnyard, giving the rooster a pep talk, " Randy, I want you to pace yourself now. You've got a lot of chickens to service here and you cost me a lot of money and I'll need you to do a good job. So, take your time and have some fun," the farmer said with a chuckle.

Randy seemed to understand, so the farmer points towards the hen house and Randy took off like a shot ~WHAM~ He nails every hen on there THREE or FOUR times and the farmer is just shocked. Randy runs out of the hen house and sees a flock of geese down by the lake ~WHAM~ He gets all the geese.

Randy's up in the pigpen. He's in with the cows. Randy is jumping on every animal the farmer owns.

The farmer is distraught, worried that his expensive rooster won't even last the day. Sure enough, the farmer goes to bed and wakes up the next day to find Randy dead as a doorknob in the middle of the yard.

Buzzards are circling overhead.

The farmer, saddened by the loss of such a colorful animal, shakes his head and says, "Oh, Randy, I told you to pace yourself. I tried to get you to slow down, now look what you've done to yourself." Randy opens one eye, and looks towards the buzzards flying overhead and say's, "Shhh. They're getting closer...."

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Badass Biker Bob wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table.

He sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Bob looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house.

He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love you."

So he goes to the kitchen, and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating.

Bob asks, "Son, what happened last night?"

His son says, "Well, you came home after 3 A.M., parked your bike in the flowerbed, you were drunk and delirious, you broke some furniture, you puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye falling on the coffee table." 

Confused, Badass Bob asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"

His son replies, "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you said, "Lady, STOP that and leave me alone, I'm married!"

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The surgeon paused, smiled and leaned over, and whispered to the mechanic, "Try doing it with the engine running."

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 "How do we enter?" asked one biker.

 "Well, I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 10, if you guess right, you win free sex."

 "OK. I guess 7," said the other rider.

 "Sorry, I was thinking of 8," replied the attendant. The next week, the two guys go back to the same station to get gas. When  they went inside to pay, the one asked the attendant if the contest was still going on. "Sure," replied the attendant. "I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 10, if you guess right. You win free sex."

 "2" said the Harley rider.

 "Sorry, I was thinking of 3," replied the attendant. "Y'all come back soon and try again."

As they walked back to their bikes, one said to the other, "You know, I'm beginning to think this contest is rigged." "No, I assure you it isn’t," came the reply. "My wife won twice last week."

Guy on a Honda pulls up to a toll booth. Toll collector says "Two dollars". Honda rider says "Sold!"

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A ten year-old boy was walking down the street when a big man on a black motorcycle, pulls up beside him and asks, "Hey kid, wanna ride?"

"No!", said the boy, and he kept on walking only faster this time.  The biker pulls up to him again and says, "Hey kid, you know you want to hop on and ride."

"NO!" said the boy and proceeded down the street even faster not even looking at the biker.

The biker pulls up to the boy again and says, "Ok kid, I'll give you a BIG bag of candy if you hop on the back for a ride."

At this point the boy turns around to him and screams angrily, "Look Dad, your the one that chose to ride the Yamaha today instead of the Harley, so YOU can ride it home by yourself!

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Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough. After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real distress. 

One of the bikers looks at her and says, "kin ya swaller?" The woman shakes her head, no. "Kin ya breathe?" The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head.

The biker walks over to the woman, lifts up the back of her dress, yanks down her panties, and slowly runs his tongue from the back of her thigh up to the small of her back. The woman is so shocked, that she has a violent spasm and the obstruction flies out of her mouth. As she begins to breathe again, the biker walks slowly back to the bar and takes a drink from his beer.

His buddy says, "Ya know, I'd heard of that there "Hind Lick Maneuver," but 'til today, I ain't never seen nobody do it." 

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Al Gore decides to try riding a motorcycle, even though he has had no lessons or prior experience. He mounts the motorcycle uninstructed, turns it on & it immediately roars into motion. As it moves along faster & faster, Al begins to fall from the seat. In terror, he grips tightly on the handlebars, but can't get a firm grip. He tries to throw his arms around the motorcycle's gastank, but he slides down the side of the motorcycle anyway. Finally giving up his frail grip, he tries to leap off the motorcyle & throw himself to safety. Unfortunately, his foot has become entangled in the exhaust pipes, he is now at the mercy of the motorcycles roaring wheels as his head is struck against the ground, over & over. He is moments away from unconsciousness when, to his great fortune, Wendell, the Wal-Mart greeter, sees him & unplugs the coin operated motorcycle. 

One night, a police officer was stalking out a particularly rowdy biker bar for possible violations of the driving-under-the-influence laws. At closing time, he saw one of the bikers stumble out of the bar, trip on the curb, & try his keys on five different bikes before he found his. Then, sat on the bike fumbling around several minutes, looking as if he might pass out right there. Everyone left the bar and rode off. Finally, he started his engine and began to pull away. The police officer was waiting for him. He stopped the biker, read him his rights and administered the Breathalyzer test. The results showed a reading of 0.0. The puzzled officer demanded to know how that could be. The biker  replied, "Tonight, I'm the Designated Decoy."

A highly timid little man, ventured into a biker bar in the Bronx and clearing his throat asked, "Um, err, which of you gentlemen owns the Doberman tied outside to the parking meter?"

A giant of a man, wearing biker leathers, his body hair growing out through the seams, turned slowly on his stool, looked down at the quivering little man and said, "It's my dog. Why?"

"Well," squeaked the little man, obviously very nervous, "I believe my dog just killed it, sir."

"What?" roared the big man in disbelief. "What in the hell kind of dog do you have?"

"Sir," answered the little man, "It's a four week old poodle puppy."

"Bull!" roared the biker, "How could your poodle puppy kill my Doberman?"

"It appears that your Doberman tried to swallow it whole and choked on my poodle puppy, sir."

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You can trade your Harley in for a newer model without paying alimony. 
Your Harley doesn't mind if you play with it in public. 
Your Harley has an off switch. 
You can totally ignore your Harley as long as you want. 
Your Harley won't get offended if you suggest bigger, aftermarket headlights. 
You know exactly how much your Harley is going to take out of your checking account each month. 
You don't have to talk to and gently fondle your Harley before riding it hard. 
Your Harley doesn't want to snuggle after a ride. 
People envy your Harley more the older it gets. 
You can get your Harley hot and ready with 2 minutes of sitting on your butt. 
Your Harley doesn't mind waiting outside while you go into a strip club. 
If you don't want your Harley anymore, it's not illegal to sell it. 
You can Bore & Stroke it in public & no one cares! 
Harley's don't mind having two riders at the same time. 
You can sit, sipping on a cool J.D. & stare at your Harley for hours & it won't ask you any stupid questions!
You can always tell if your Harley is turned on or not. 
It's ok to store disassembled pieces of your Harley in your basement. 
You can ride a Harley and it won't get mad if the pics end up on the internet!!! 
Your Harley doesn't mind living in the garage. 

There were two guys riding motorcycles on a windy afternoon. One of the guys was complaining because the cold air was blowing into his shirt. His buddy told him to turn his Honda jacket around, so that the collar of the jacket would be at his neck. That way no air could get into his shirt. So that is what he did. 
After riding for a while the two men came up on a curve. They were going too fast and they crashed. Witnesses called 911 and rushed to the motorcyclists aid. 

When the police arrived, they were doing a report. The police asked an eye witness to the accident if both of the men were instantly killed. 

"No" the man replied, "The man wearing the Honda Jacket was still alive, but by the time we got his head turned around to where it was supposed to be, he was dead! 

Two bikers are pulled up at a stop sign.  One looks up and sees a funeral procession starting by. 

He pulls the bike to the side of the road, gets off, stands by its side, takes off his helmet, and bows his head.  The procession passes by the intersection and the biker puts on his helmet, gets back on the bike, and starts it up.

The other biker comes over and says, "That was touching.  I didn't know you had it in you."

The first biker responds, "Well, I guess it was the right thing to do - after all, I was married to her for 40 years."

A man is driving home, when is pulled over by a patrolman for a broken blinker. The cop looks into the guys' car and sees a collection of knives in the backseat. "Sir," the cop says. "Why do you have all those knives?" 

"They're for my juggling act," the man says. 

"I don't believe you," says the cop. "Prove it." So the man gets out of his car and begins juggling the knives. At the same time, a couple of old bikers go by. 

Later on when they get their favorite hangout, one biker says to the other, "I'm glad I quit drinking. These new sobriety tests are hard." 

Three Bikers, a Honda GoldWing Rider, a BMW Rider and a Harley Rider were sitting in a sauna. Suddenly, there was a continuing beeping sound.
The Honda GoldWing Rider pressed his forearm and the beeping stopped. The others looked at him questioningly. “That was my bike alarm, “he said, “I have a micro chip under the skin of my arm, I'll be right back” 
A few minutes later a phone rang. The BMW Rider lifted his palm to his ear. When he finished he explained, “That was my mobile phone. I have a micro chip in my hand.”
The Harley Rider felt decidedly low tech. Not to be outdone, he decided he had to do something just as impressive. He stepped out of the sauna and went to the bathroom. He returned with a piece of toilet paper hanging from his butt. 
The others raised their eyebrows and stared at him. The Harley Rider finally declared… “Well, will you look at that, I’m getting a fax!” 

A drunk biker is riding through the city and his bike is weaving violently all over the road. An Irish cop pulls him over. The cop says to the biker, "Where have you been?" "I've been to the pub," slurs the biker. "Well," says the cop, "It looks like you've had quite a few." "I did all right," the biker says with a smile. "Did you know," says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms, "that a few intersections back, your wife fell off the bike?" "Oh, thank heavens" sighs the biker. "For a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf."

A drunken man walks into a biker bar, sits down at the bar and orders a drink. Looking around, he sees 3 men sitting at a corner table. He gets up, staggers to the table, leans over, looks the biggest, meanest, biker in the face and says: "I went by your grandma's house today and I saw her in the hallway buck naked. Man, she is one fine looking woman!"

The biker looks at him and doesn't say a word. His buddies are confused, because he is one bad biker and usually fights at the drop of a hat.

The drunk leans on the table again and says: "I got it on with your grandma and she is good, the best I ever had!"

The biker's buddies are starting to get really mad but the biker still says nothing.

The drunk leans on the table one more time really close to the bikers face and says, "I'll tell you something else, boy, your grandma liked it!"

At this point the biker stands up, takes the drunk by the shoulders looks him square in the eyes and says, "Grandpa,....... Go home, you're drunk......!"

A: A staggering amount.

A young man walked into our insurance office to purchase coverage for his new motorcycle. Only one question confused him so he asked, "What is this...Do you have a lien holder on the vehicle?"

"I've got a kickstand, so I don't need someone to hold it when it leans"

A Biker went into his corner coffee shop for his morning ritual.
He liked the coffee, and the food was good & cheap. One thing though, the waitress was an old surly type who didn't like Bikers.

This morning, business was slow, and the waitress (looking particularly grumpy) was ignoring the biker by keeping herself busy sweeping the floor.

He chuckled and walked up to her and said, 

"I see that you are cleaning the floor with your ride home". 

The correct hand signal for letting other riders know that they pissed you off, is to...Extend your left arm straight out with your elbow bent 90 degrees.

Carefully extend your middle finger to clearly demonstrate your dissatisfaction with the other guy.

NOTE:  It is not recommended that you do this to when you are alone. 

- You spit out the bug that just flew in your mouth. 
- You spend more time shining your bike than riding it. 
- You're too cool to wave at the kids in the mom-mobile in front of you. 
- You grab for your hairbrush before your old lady. 
- You take your bike into the shop for oil changes. 
- Your $500 boots aren't scuffed from riding. 
- You think that a kick-starter is a mocha latte. 
- You set at least one mirror, if not both, to reflect yourself. 
- Your saddle bags say "Gucci". 
- You carry a lap-top in your saddle bags. 
- Your tattoos wash off. 
- You put your pony-tail back in the drawer after you get home. 
- You won't ride down a gravel road. 
- You've never seen a sunrise from two wheels. 
- You only ride on weekends, when you can. 
- You never ride to work. 
- All your leathers match. 
- There are no wrinkled, faded, creased, or scratched areas on your leathers. 
- You don't own a rain suit. 
- You've never ridden long enough to know that stock seats are never comfortable. 
- You've never had to replace a worn out tire. 
- You've had to replace your tires, but because they were too old and not too worn. 
- You like to ride by stores with big picture windows so you can admire your reflection. 
- You ride a Ducati. 
- Your longest road trip this year was to Hooter's for bike night. 

There's a fellow who is an avid rider.  Actually he's a motorcycle fanatic. He has not missed a weekend of motorcycle riding in years. Every Saturday and Sunday morning he gets up at 6am and goes meets his buddies for a nice long ride.  On this one morning, he gets up, gets dressed, gets his riding gear out of the closet and goes out to the garage to prepare to leave. While riding to meet his friends it started raining a torrential downpour.  There was sleet mixed with the rain and the wind was blowing at over 30 mph.  He hurries back to his house and turns the TV to the Weather Channel.  He sees that it's going to be bad weather all day long.  So he puts his bike back into the garage and goes back upstairs to the bedroom.  

He quietly undresses and slips back into bed where he cuddles up to his wife's back, and whispers, "The weather out there is terrible." To which she replies, "I know, can you believe my stupid husband went riding today anyway?"

A biker went to a store the other day, and was in there for only about 5 minutes. 

When he came out there was a cop writing a parking ticket.

 So the biker went up to him and said, "Come on, buddy, give a guy a break?"

 The cop ignored him and continued writing the ticket. 

So the biker called the cop a pencil-necked Nazi. 

The cop glared at him and started writing another ticket for having worn tires!

 So then the biker called the cop a piece of steaming crap. 

The cop finished the second ticket and put it on the bikes windshield along with the first. 

Then he started writing a third ticket!  This went on for about 20 minutes and the more the biker abused the cop, the more tickets he wrote.

 Of course, the biker didn't care.  His bike was parked around the corner.

A man placed some flowers on the grave of his dearly departed mother and started back toward his car when his attention was diverted to this biker kneeling at a grave nearby.  

The biker seemed to be praying with profound intensity and kept repeating, "Why did you have to die and put me in this position?  Why did you have to die and put me in this position?" 

The first man approached him and said, "Sir, I don't wish to interfere with your private grief, but this demonstration of pain is more than I've ever seen before. 

For whom do you mourn so deeply?  A child?  A parent?" 

 The biker took a moment to collect himself, and then replied, "My wife's first husband."

A little guy steps into an elevator, looks up and sees this really huge biker dressed in leather with lots of spikes standing next to him. The biker sees the little guy staring up at him in awe and looks down at him extends his hand and says, I'm "7 feet tall, 350 lbs with a 20 inch penis, testicles are 3 lbs each...Turner Brown".
The little guy just faints dead away and falls to the floor. The biker kneels down and brings him to, by  slapping his face and shaking him. The biker asks, "Are you Ok?"
In a very weak voice the little guy says, "Excuse me, but what did you just say to me?"
The biker says, "When I saw the curious look on your face, I just figured I'd give you the answers to the questions everyone always asks me.

"I'm 7 feet tall, weigh 350 lbs, have a 20 inch penis, my testicles weigh 3 lbs each, and my name is Turner Brown."
The little guy said, "Oh Thank God!!! I thought the last thing you said was, "TURN AROUND!'"

A biker in leather went to a bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his whiskey, a young lady sat down next to him. She turned to the biker and asked, "Are you a real biker?" He replied, "Well, I've spent my whole life on Harleys. My momma was pregnant with me when she rode on the back of my Daddy's Harley, then as a little boy I rode on the back with my Daddy until I finally got my own Harley. I've been riding a Harley ever since. So yes, I am a real biker."

She said, "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women; when I shower, watch TV, eat, whatever, everything seems to make me think of women." Then she got up and left. The biker was thinking about what just happened when a man sat down next to the biker and asked, "Are you a real biker?" He replied, "I always thought I was, but I just found out I'm a lesbian"

10. Thought scooters were exempt.
9. Didn't want to drop the 12 pack of Zema.
8. Distracted by cars flying around him at 40mph.
7. A bus went by two minutes ago and still fighting crosswinds.
6. Didn't know that scooter wouldn't fly off the road if left hand was removed.
5. Was blinded by the sun reflecting off of all of your chrome.
4. It's a mod vs. rocker thing.
3. Thought peace signs went 'out' in the 60's.
2. Ran over a bottle cap and needed both hands.
1. Thought you were just stretching a cramp from all that 'clutching'.

I've never written to you before, but I really need your advice on what could be a crucial decision.

I've suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me. The usual signs...phone rings, but if I answer, the caller hangs up. My wife has been going out with the girls a lot recently, although when I ask their names she always says, "Just some friends from work, you don't know them."

I sometimes stay awake to look out for her cab coming home, but she always comes walking up the drive as I hear the sound of a car leaving, around the corner, as if she has gotten out and walked the rest of the way. Why? Maybe she wasn't in a taxi at all?

I once picked up her cell phone, just to see what time it was. This caused her to go completely berserk. She quickly snatched the phone out of my hand and cursed me hysterically, screaming that I should never touch her personal property, then accused me of trying to spy on her.

Anyway, I have never broached the subject with my wife. I think deep down I just didn't want to know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to really check on her. I decided I was going to park my Harley Davidson Lowrider next to the garage and then hide behind it so I could get a good view of the street around the corner when she came home. It was at that moment, crouching behind my motorcycle that I noticed a small amount of motor oil leaking through the gasket between the rear head and rocker arm cover.

So...is this something I can easily repair myself or do you think I should take it back to the dealer?

A rookie police officer pulled a biker over for speeding and had the following exchange:

Officer: May I see your driver's license?
Biker: I don't have one. I had it suspended when I got my 5th DUI.

Officer: May I see the owner's card for this vehicle?
Biker: It's not my bike. I stole it.

Officer: The motorcycle is stolen?
Biker: That's right. But come to think of it, I think I saw the owner's card in the tool bag when I was putting my gun in there.

Officer: There's a gun in the tool bag?
Biker: Yes sir. That's where I put it after I shot and killed the dude who owns this bike and stuffed his dope in the saddle bags.

Officer: There's drugs in the saddle bags too?!?!?
Biker: Yes, sir.

Hearing this, the rookie immediately called his captain. The biker was quickly surrounded by police, and the captain approached the biker to handle the tense situation:

Captain: Sir, can I see your license?
Biker: Sure. Here it is.
It was valid.

Captain: Who's motorcycle is this?
Biker: It's mine, officer. Here's the registration.

Captain: Could you slowly open your tool bag so I can see if there's a gun in it?
Biker: Yes, sir, but there's no gun in it.
Sure enough, there was nothing in the tool bag.

Captain: Would you mind opening your saddle bags? I was told you said there's drugs in them.
Biker: No problem.
The saddle bags were opened; no drugs.

Captain: I don't understand it. The officer who stopped you said you told him you didn't have a license, stole this motorcycle, had a gun in the tool bag, and that there were drugs in the saddle bags.
Biker: Yeah, I'll bet he told you I was speeding, too.

A biker, who worked on a horse farm, got pulled over by a state trooper for speeding. Since it was a rural road with no traffic, the biker tried to get the trooper to let him off with a warning. Instead, the trooper lectured the biker about speeding, and in generaly gave the biker a hard time.

Finally, the trooper got around to writing the ticket, and as he was doing that he kept swatting at some flies that were buzzing around his head.

The biker said, "Having some problems with Circle Flies ?" The trooper stopped writing the ticket and said--"Well yeah, if that's what they are--I never heard of Circle Flies." So the biker says--"Well, Circle Flies are common on farms. See, they're called Circle Flies because they're always found circling around the back end of a horse." The trooper says, "Oh," and goes back to writing the ticket.

After a minute he stops and says, "Hey - Are you trying to call me a horse's ass?" The biker says, "No officer. I have too much respect for cops to even think about calling you a horse's ass." The trooper says, "Well, that's a good thing," and goes back to writing the ticket.

As the trooper hands him the ticket, the biker says,

"Hard to fool them flies though."

Two bikers were talking at a bar.

"How's married life?" asks the first.

"It's fine," says the second.

"How's the sex?" asks the first.

"O.K.," says the second, "At least I don't have to wait in line...usually"

  A biker arrived at his friends house to get ready for the big run that weekend. His thoughts were on the run as he walked up to the porch, he couldn't help but notice the huge dog sitting next to the door. When asked, "is that your dog?" the biker responded, "Yea, I got him for the ol lady". "No joke. I always kept my mouth shut bout your ol lady but, I gotta say, nice trade"

On a long road trip a biker decided to pull into the first watering hole he could find to wash down the road dust. The bar that he stopped into was a "fufu" upscale cocktail lounge. After a couple of cold ones he felt an abundance of gas building in his bowels. He figured it was time cut cut loose with a GIANT fart. A Gentleman standing next to him exclaimed "How dare you fart before my wife". The biker looked at the man and stated "I'm sorry I didn't realize it was her turn."

A biker was sitting in the shade, sipping a cool one and watching his ol' lady mow the lawn. His new neighbor's wife came over and said, "You bastard, making your wife cut the grass while all you do is watch! You ought to be hung!" 

"I am," replied the biker. "That's why SHE's cutting the grass."

Three future mothers were at the doctors office for their checkups. The first mother, a lawyers wife, says, "When my husband and I made love, I was on top. The doctor says we're going to have a boy." The second mother, a surgeons wife, says, "When we made love, my husband was on top. The doctors we're going to have a girl." The third mom to be, a biker's ol' lady, starts crying hysterically, "Oh my god, I'm gonna have puppies!"

A biker is riding by the zoo, when he sees a little girl leaning into the
lion's cage. Suddenly, the lion grabs her by the cuff of her jacket and
tries to pull her inside to slaughter her, under the eyes of her screaming
parents. The biker jumps off his bike, runs to the cage and hits the lion
square on the nose with a powerful punch. Whimpering from the pain the
lion jumps back letting go of the girl, and the biker brings her to her
terrified parents, who thank him endlessly.
A reporter has seen the whole scene, and addressing the biker, says
- Sir, this was the most gallant and brave thing I saw a man do in my
whole life.
- Why, it was nothing, really, the lion was behind bars. I just saw this
little kid in danger, and acted as I felt right.
- Well, I'll make sure this won't go unnoticed. I'm a journalist, you
know, and tomorrow's papers will have this on the first page. What
motorcycle do you ride?
- A Harley Davidson.
The journalist leaves.
The following morning the biker buys the paper to see if it indeed brings
news of his actions, and reads, on first page:

BIKER GANG MEMBER ASSAULTS AFRICAN IMMIGRANT AND STEALS HIS LUNCH.

Donated by: Beau Covington

A married couple has been stranded on a deserted island for many years.
One day biker washes up on shore. He and the wife become attracted to each other right away, but realize they must be creative if they are to engage in any hanky-panky.
The husband, however, is very glad to see the second man there. "Now we will be able to have three people doing eight hour shifts in the watchtower, rather than two people doing 12-hour shifts."
The biker is only too happy to help and in fact volunteers to do the first shift.
He climbs up the tower to stand watch. Soon the couple on the ground are placing stones in a circle to make a fire to cook supper.
The biker yells down, "Hey, no screwing!"
They yell back, "We're not screwing!" A few minutes later they start to put driftwood into the stone circle.
Again the biker yells down, "Hey, no screwing!"
Again they yell back, "We're not screwing!" Later they are putting palm leaves on the roof of their shack to patch leaks.
Once again the biker yells down, "Hey, I said no screwing!"
They yell back, "We're not screwing!"
Eventually the shift is over and the biker climbs down from the tower to be replaced by the husband. He's not even halfway up before the wife and her new biker are hard at it.
The husband looks out from the tower and says, "Son-of-a-gun. From up here it DOES look like they're screwing.