A biker is riding along a country lane, when a sparrow flies up in front of him. The biker can't do anything and hits the sparrow.

As he looks in his rear view mirror, he sees the sparrow lying in the road. Being the kind of guy he is, he stops, picks up the sparrow and takes it home and puts it in a cage, still in a coma.

When the sparrow wakes up the following morning, he looks through the bars of the cage and says, "Shit, I must have killed the biker".

A biker arrived at his road dogs house to get ready for the big run that weekend. As he walked up to the porch, he couldn't help but notice the huge dog sitting next to the door.
      
   When his buddy answered, the biker asked, "is that your dog?"
      
      "Yea, I got him for the ol lady", was the response.
      
      "No kidding. I always kept my mouth shut about your ol lady

      but, I gotta say, nice trade"

A biker walks into the front door of a bar. He is obviously drunk, and staggers up to the bar, seats himself on a stool and, with a burp, asks the bartender for a drink.The bartender politely informs the man that it appears that he has already had plenty to drink, he could not be served additional liquor at this bar, and could a cab be called for him?

The biker is briefly surprised, then softly sighs, grumbles, climbs down off the bar stool and staggers out the front door. A few minutes later, the same biker stumbles in the SIDE door of the bar. He wobbles up to the bar and hollers for a drink. The bartender comes over and, still politely - but more firmly, refuses service to the man due to his inebriation, and again offers to call a cab. The biker looks at the bartender for a moment angrily, curses, and shows himself out the side door, all the while cussing and shaking his head.

A few minutes later, he bursts in through the BACK door of the bar. He plops himself up on a bar stool, gathers his wits and belligerently orders a drink. The bartender comes over and emphatically reminds the man that he is clearly drunk, will be served no drinks, and either a cab or the police will be called immediately.

The surprised biker looks at the bartender, and in hopeless anguish, cries "MAAAN! How many bars do you work at?"

A biker walks into a convenience at about 2:30 in the morning.  He walks up to the cashier and asks "Where are your tampons?"

The clerk goes, "Right down on aisle three, on the end to the left."  Biker disappears down the aisle and finally, about 45 min. later he returns carrying toilet paper and cotton balls.

The cashier starts to ring him up and goes, "You know, I know it's none of my business, but I thought you were here for tampons."

The Biker goes, "Well, last week I sent my ol' lady out for cigarettes and she comes back with zig zags and tobacco, by God she can roll her own too."