A down-on-his-luck biker went to the rich side of town looking for work. He came up to the front door of a neat looking house and knocked on the door.
When the owner answered, he asked, "Please Sir, could you give me something to eat? I haven't had a good meal in several days."
The owner said, "I have made a fortune in my lifetime as a lawyer. I never give anything away for nothing. However, if you go around the back, you will see a gallon of paint and a clean paint brush. If you will paint my porch, I will give you a good meal."
So the biker went around back and a little later he again knocked on the door.
The owner said, "Finished already? Good. Come on in. Sit down. The cook will bring your meal right in."
"Thank you very much," he said. "But there is something that I think you should know. It's not a Porch, it's a BMW."
Question from Lee: Wouldn't a biker know better? Must be the drugs.
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