A tough looking biker was riding his Harley when he saw someone about to jump off a bridge. He pulled up next to the bridge, and saw a great-looking sexy blonde.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to jump, and end it all.”
The biker wasn’t completely insensitive.
“Why would you do that? You have plenty to live for.”
“Like what? No one loves me, no one understands me, so why not just end it all?”
“Well, before someone loves you, they have to get to know you. For them to get to know you, you have to open up and share your feelings. Maybe you should try that. Try it now. Talk to me. I’ll listen to you.”
“That is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said! Someone DOES care! I think you’ve given me hope!”
Before he knows it, the biker is met with the longest, most sensuous kiss he’s ever gotten, and another, and another. He is smitten.
After they’ve made out for a while, the biker smiles.
“That was the best kiss I have ever had. You are something else. Why on earth would someone like you want to commit suicide like that?”
“My family won’t accept me dressing up like a girl……”
Edward Hotspur
You always get me in the end… ummmm… so to speak…
Only to find that someone has already been there.
ouch…
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Saw you tagged this as life.
Were you the biker or the transvestite?
Life – not MY life. That sounds like a Rocky Horror question.