So THAT's how you pick up a biker!

A little old lady who had always wanted to join the local biker club walked up to their clubhouse and knocked on the door. A big hairy, bearded biker with tattoos all over his arms and chest opened the door and looked at her.

"I want to join your club," she said.

The biker was amused and decided to play along. "Before you can join you'll have to meet certain requirements. First of all, do you own a motorcycle?"

"Sure do," said the little old lady. "It's parked right over there," and pointed at a big Harley in the driveway.

"Do you drink?" asked the biker.

"Yep, I drink like a fish. I'll drink any man in your club under the table."

Now curious, the biker looked her over closely and asked, "Do you smoke?"

"Like a chimney," she said. "About four packs of Camels a day and a couple of cigars in the evening while I'm shooting pool."

Impressed by her answers, the biker said, "One last question: Have you ever been picked up by the fuzz?"

The little old lady thought for a moment, then said: "Nope, but I've been swung around by my nipples a few times!"