The Biker & Mrs. Fierstein

A biker stops by the local Harley Shop to have his bike fixed. They couldn’t do it while he waited, so he said he didn’t live far and would just walk home.


On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and an anvil. He stopped by the feed store/livestock dealer and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, struggling outside the store he now had a problem: how to carry all of his purchases home.

While he is scratching his head he was approached by a little old lady named Mrs. Fierstein, who told him she was lost. She asked, “Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane?”

The biker said, “Well, as a matter of fact, I live at 1616 Mockingbird Lane. I would walk you home but I can’t carry this lot”

Mrs. Fierstein suggested, “Vy don you put de anvil in the bocket, Shlep the bocket mit eine hant, put a chicken under each arm and carry de goose in your odder hant?”

“Why thank you very much,” he said and proceeded to walk the old girl home.

On the way he says “Let’s take my short cut and go down this alley. We’ll be there in no time.”

Mrs. Fiersrein looked him over cautiously then said, “I am a lonely vidow vitout a husband to defend me. How do I know that ven we get in the alley you vont hold me up against the vall, pull up my skoirt, and rhavish me?”

The biker said, “Holy smokes lady! I am carrying a bucket, an anvil, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?”

Mrs. Fierstein replied, “Put the goose down, kover him mit de bocket, put the anvil on top of de bocket,
….. and I’ll hold the chickens.”

Thanks to Lil Grogin… a dynamite Lady!

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