A Biker biker stopped by the local Harley Shop to have his bike repaired. They couldn't do the work while he waited, and so, since he didn't live far from the shop, he decided to walk home. On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and an anvil. He stopped at the feed store and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, his problem was how to carry his entire purchases home. The feedstore owner said, 'Why don't you put the anvil in the bucket, carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand?' 'Hey, thanks!' said the biker, and out the door he went. In the parking lot he found a little old lady who told him she was lost, and asked if he could tell her the way to 1603 Mockingbird Lane. The biker said ' I live at 1616 Mockingbird Lane. We can take a short cut down this alley and be there in no time'. The little old lady looked him over cautiously,and then said, 'I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me up against the wall, pull up my dress, and ravish me?'The biker said, 'Holy smokes lady! I'm carrying a bucket, an anvil, two chickens, and a goose. How in Hell could I possibly hold you up against a wall and do that? 'The lady said, 'Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens.'