Two fleas live in Michigan, and it is a very cold winter. They agree that from now on they will go to Florida every winter. They decide to meet on Daytona Beach.
The first flea is sitting on the beach with the women fleas and Pina Coladas, having a good time, and here comes his buddy, staggering along, wings broken, and he's all tore up. He asked, "What the hell happened to you?" "Well, I hitched a ride down here in this dudes beard, and it turned out that he was a Harley rider, and I got beat to death from the wind going down the freeway." His buddy replied, "That's not how you do it.
Next time we come down here, you go to the airport, you wait in the womens' john, and when a good looking woman comes in, you hop on in there and catch a nice cozy ride down on the airplane."
Next winter comes and the first flea is sitting on the beach with the women fleas and Pina Coladas, having a good time, and here comes his buddy, staggering along, wings broken, and he's all tore up. "Didn't you do what I told you?" "Look, I went to the airport, I waited in the womens' john, a gorgeous brunette came in, I hopped on in there, and the next thing you know . . .
I'm in some dudes beard riding down the freeway on a Harley."
