OT: Drubnken Biker

["Bob La Londe" <nospam@xxxxxxxxx>]

A drunken biker lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh  Amarillo
Theater. When the usher came by and noticed this, he  whispered to the
biker, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat."

The biker groaned but didn't budge.

The usher became impatient: "Sir, if you don't get up from there, I'm  going
to have to call the manager."

Once again, the biker just groaned. The usher marched briskly back  up the
aisle and in a moment he returned with the manager. Together  the two of
them tried repeatedly to move the biker, but with no  success. Finally they
called the police.

The Texas Ranger who appeared surveyed the situation briefly then  asked,
"All right, buddy what's your name?"

"... Fred..." the biker whispered hoarsely.

"Where ya'll from, Fred?" asked the Ranger.

"... The balcony..."




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