A biker walks into a convenience at about 2:30 in the morning. He walks up to the cashier and asks "Where are your tampons?"

The clerk tells him, "Right down on aisle three, on the end to the left."

The biker disappears down the aisle and finally, about 45 minutes later, he returns carrying toilet paper and cotton balls.

The cashier starts to ring him up and says, "You know, I know it's none of my business, but I thought you were here for tampons."

The biker tells her, "Well, last week I sent my ol' lady out for smokes and she comes back with ziz zags and tobacco. By God she can roll her own too!"