“Say, What’s your name, mister?” she inquired, after she climbed up in the truck.

“It’s Snow—-Roy Snow,” he answered, “and what’s yours?”

“Me, I’m June—-June Hansen,” she said.

After a short while she asked, “Hey, why do you keep sizing me up with those sidelong glances?”

“Can you imagine what it might be like,” he countered, “…having eight inches of Snow in June?”

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Each time the guy calls for another beer, this happens. So, after his third beer, he decides to help the bartender out. The next time the bartender hit her boobs, the man jumps up and starts to lick her breasts — then, she decks him!

He is laying on the floor moaning, ‘Jeez, lady … Why do you let the bartender do it?’
‘Duh,’ says the blond, ‘He has a licker license!’