A decked-out city biker walks into a seedy tavern in the outback of Western Australia.
He sits at the bar and notices a grizzled old biker with his arms folded, staring blankly at a full bowl of chili.
After fifteen minutes of just sitting there, the city biker finally asks the old-timer, "If you’re not gonna eat that, mind if I do?"
The old veteran of countless rides slowly turns his head toward the young man and says, "Nah, go ahead."
Eagerly, the city biker, dressed in shiny new leather gear, slides the bowl over, grabs a spoon, and starts devouring the chili with delight.
He gets nearly to the bottom when he spots a dead mouse in the chili. Shocked, he immediately vomits the chili back into the bowl.
The old biker calmly says, "Yep, that’s as far as I got, too."
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