Old Biker with Older Chicks
An old biker went to the movie theater to see a show.
The ticket agent said, "Sir, what is that on your shoulder?"
"That's my pet rooster," said the biker. "I don't go anywhere without him."
"I'm sorry, sir," said the ticket agent, "but we can't allow animals in the theater."
The old biker goes around the corner and stuffs the rooster down his coveralls. He returns to the booth, buys a ticket, enters the theater, and sits down next to, two old ladies named Mildred and Marge.
When the movie starts, the rooster begins to squirm, so the old biker unzips the fly of his coveralls so he can stick his head out.
Mildred, who was sitting closest to the biker leans over and whispers to Marge, "I think the guy sitting next to me is a pervert!"
"What makes you say that?" asked Marge.
"He undid his pants and has his thing out," whispered Mildred.
"Well, don't worry about it," said Marge, "Hell, at our age, we've seen 'em all."
"I thought so too, said Mildred, "But this one's eatin' my popcorn!"
