Out west in a small town on the Interstate sat the grimiest biker bar that only the toughest of the tough dared to enter. In the darkest corner sat the most hardcore bikers, led by the meanest, gruffest biker of them all. A man who was feared by all, whose mere stare would cause the strongest man's knees to shake. Into the bar walks a spry little old man who beelines it to the table occupied by the biker gang's leader. It was obvious to all that the little old man was drunk, and he had everyone's attention in the bar. He rocks up to the vicious biker and immediately begins to taunt him. "I saw your Grandma nekkid last night" was the first words the little old man blurted out to the biker. The biker remained calm and continued to sip his beer while the crowd gasped. "I spanked your nekkid Grandma's butt last night"...was the next taunt. Again the massive biker remained calm and sipped his beer. The crowd was hushed, amazed that the biker was able to remain calm. "I made your Grandma call me Daddy"...came the next taunt. The crowd gasped, knowing that this was the end for the little old man. The biker calmly finished his beer, pushed himself away from the table and stood to his full height towering over the little old man. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the biker spoke..."Grandpa, you are drunk again. Go home."

Funny!