There was a trucker who'd been driving for 22 hours straight.

No stops, no rest.

He rolls into one of these seedy looking motels
(the ones with hourly rates) one morning and parks his truck.

He
gets out of the truck & goes to the office.

The seedy looking desk
clerk rents him a room for the night, and as the trucker is heading
for his room, the desk clerk asks him if he'd like some "female
company" for the evening.

He goes on to describe her as a blonde,
really built, and always ready for sex.

He said, "They call her the
Bear."

The trucker replies, "No, I've been driving too long, and I'm
too exhausted to enjoy it."

The desk clerk tells him that if he
changes his mind, to call and he could have the "Bear" come by.

The
trucker walks across the parking lot, and spies a gorgeous blonde
woman, built, and has a T-shirt on that says "The Bear."

He goes into his room, and the more he thinks about the woman,
the harder and hornier he gets.

Finally, he's as hard as a rock and
randy to boot.

He calls the desk clerk and says he's changed his
mind.

"She'll be there in about an hour," the clerk says.

So, the trucker strips and gets into bed.

His thoughts keep
progressing, and soon his bed sheets look like a tent.

There's a
knock on the door, and he hollers "Come in!" figuring it to be the
Bear.

Instead, it's the maid, a black woman, on her morning cleanup
detail.

She starts her work, but sees the tent in his bed, and
curiosity overcomes her.

She asks him, "What's that under the
covers there?"

He says, "That's my rifle."

She asks him, "Do you mind if I look at it?"

He says, "Naw, I guess it's okay. Go ahead."

She pulls back the covers, and it's bigger than she imagined
it.

At least a foot long, and thicker than her arm.

She says,
"Hmmmm. You mind if I sit on it?"

The trucker says, "HELL NO! This thing's loaded for Bear!
It'll tear a 'coon all to hell!"