A down and out biker chick was on a multi-day bender but she ran out of funds.  She was in tough shape, hadn't slept or showered for days, never bothered shaving her legs or arm pits and was not a pretty sight.  She was dressed in jeans, biker boots and wore only a sleeveless demim biker vest on top.  She walked in to a crowded bar and raised her arm, waving it back and forth while she shouted out "Will anyone buy me a drink?".  An old man at the end of the bar called the bartender over and said he'd like to buy a drink for the ballerina.  That seemed odd but the bartender gave the biker chick a drink.  Before long she was at it again, "Will anyone buy me a drink" while waving her arm back and forth to get attention.  Again the old man said he'd buy a drink for the ballerina.  This happened a few more times and finally the bartender asked the old man why he thought she was a ballerina.  "Well," he said, "I figure that anyone who can lift her leg up that high must be a ballerina."