A drunk old man stumbles into a bar . . .

It’s the roughest bar at the end of the roughest street in town. It’s full of the scariest, meanest bikers you ever saw. Swaying slightly, he scans the room and stops when he finds the biggest, toughest-looking guy in the place. He stumbles over to the guy’s table, points at him and says in a loud voice:

“I FUCKED YER GRAMA, YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

Place goes dead quiet. The big guy doesn’t move, but he also doesn’t take his eyes off the old man.

“You hear me, asshole?! I FUCKED her every which way for HOURS, and you know what? She LOVED it!!She BEGGED for more! What do ya think of THAT?!”

The biker says nothing. This just makes the old man angrier.

“What’s the matter with ya, ya pussy? Ain’t you got nothing to say?!”

Slowly, the massive biker rises to his feet . . .

. . . and says . . .

“Let’s get you home, Grampa. You’re drunk.”