The Giggle of the Week #12

A little while ago, a group of Joliet, Illinois bikers were riding west on I-74 when they saw a girl about to jump off the Murray Baker Bridge. So they stopped.

George, their leader, a big burly man of 53, gets off his Harley, walks through a group of gawkers, past the State Trooper, and says, “What are you doing?”

She says, “I’m going to commit suicide.”

While he didn’t want to appear “sensitive,” he didn’t want to miss a be-a-legend opportunity either so he asked … “Well, before you jump, why don’t you give me a kiss?”

So, with no hesitation at all, she leaned back over the railing and did just that … and it was a long, deep, lingering kiss followed immediately by another one.

After they finished, George gets approval from his biker-buddies, the onlookers, and even the State Trooper, and says, “Wow! That was the best kiss I have ever had Honey! That’s a real talent you’re wasting Sugar Shorts. You could be famous if you rode with me. Why are you committing suicide?”

“My parents don’t like me dressing up like a girl.”

It’s still unclear whether she jumped or was pushed…

Judging Others: A Biker’s Story

Photo Credit: dbking via Flickr

Photo Credit: dbking via Flickr

There are times in our lives that we can sometimes judge other people unfairly simply because of the way they may look, act, or dress. The thing that makes it even worse is the fact that we often do this without even knowing them. We should really try to take the time to get to know someone before we decide the kind of person that they may be.

The following story was posted on FaceBook a while ago. It reveals to us a good lesson that we should all try to learn and apply this truth to our hearts. The following was a note that this Biker left on a window of an SUV in a parking lot.

“To the family in the red SUV at Tim Horton’s today,

Yes, I am a big 280 pound guy with motorcycles and tattoos. I am a welder, I am loud, I drink beer, I swear and I look like I would eat your soul if you stare at me wrong.

What you don’t know is that I have been happily married for 11 years, my kids call me daddy, I am a college graduate, my mother is proud of me and she tells everyone how lucky she is to have such a wonderful son. My nieces and nephews are always happy to see their m’noncl Luc and when my daughter broke her arm, I cried more than she did. I read books, I help people, I go out of my way to thank war veterans and I even cried at Armageddon.

So, the next time I smile and say Hi to your little girl and you grab her and tell her “no, no dear…we don’t talk to dirty bikers” remember that even though you hurt my feelings, this “dirty biker” would be the first person to run into your burning house to save your little girls’ goldfish so she won’t be sad!!!”