The Flea And The Biker's Beard

A flea walks into a bar, shivering and sneezing. The curious bartender asks the flea whats the matter. Flea: "I hitched a ride here in biker's beard. That motorcycle ride must be the coldest trip I ever had." The bartender decides to give the flea some advice. Bartender: "Next time seek out the patch of hair between a woman's legs. Should be warm and cozy."

The next day an icecube is wheeled into the bar (hey as if a talking flea makes sense). After some defrosting and pooring strong liquor into the poor thing, it turns out to be the flea. Bartender: "Why didn't you follow my advise?" The flea answered: "I did follow your advise. I found a patch of hair between a woman's legs. And it was so nice and warm and cozy that I fell asleep."

"But when I woke up I was in the biker's beard again."