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Biker Bullies

A cheerful truck driver pulled up at a roadside cafe in the middle
of the night for a dinner stop. Halfway through his meal, three
wild-looking motorcyclists roared up--bearded, leather-jacketed
and filthy.

For no reason at all, they selected the truck driver as a target. One
poured pepper over his head, another stole his apple pie, the third
deliberately tipped his coffee over.

The truck driver never said one word, just stood up, paid his check,
and left the cafe.

"That truck driver sure ain't much of a fighter," sneered the biggest
of the bikers.

The girl behind the counter, peering out into the night, added, "He
doesn't seem to be much of a truck driver, either. He just ran over
three motorcycles."

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And also on the subject of bullies...

He'll cry over your wounds so he can get salt in them.

He heats the knives so his family won't use too much butter.

He got his parents a fifty-piece dinner set for their Golden Anniversary
- it was a box of toothpicks.

He told his children Santa Claus is near death too old to get around
any more.

He takes sparrows, dips them in peroxide, and sells them as canaries.

He'll throw a drowning man both ends of a rope.

If you kicked him in his heart, you'd break your toe.

He has lots of fortitude. He'll stand for nearly anything, but a woman on
a train.

The only way he can hear any good about himself is to talk to himself.

Every time a report comes about the dangers of second-hand cigarette
smoke, he goes around blowing smoke in people’s faces.

He's suffering from hardening of the hearteries.

His motto is ‘A TOOTH FOR A TOOTH', but expects yours to have gold in it.

He folds his newspaper so the guy next to him in the bus can only read half
the newspaper.

You could not warm up to him if you were cremated together.

Lots of people would love working for him - if they were grave diggers.

He'd steal a dead fly from a blind spider.
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