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<blockquote data-quote="nikonpup" data-source="post: 841888" data-attributes="member: 9922">A drunk stumbles into a rough-and-tumble Hell's Angels bar, orders a drink, and starts swaying on his stool. After a minute, he notices three bikers at a corner table-the biggest, meanest-looking guy sitting right in the middle. The drunk lurches over, plants his hands on the table, and slurs,&quot;Hey, buddy... I was at your grandma's house today. Saw her walking down the hall buck naked. Man... she is one fine-looking woman!&quot;The bar goes quiet. The biker's friends exchange glances-everyone knows this guy throws fists at the slightest insult. Yet the biker just stares straight ahead, stone-faced.The drunk grins, leans closer, and says,&quot;Not only that-l got it on with your grandma. Best I ever had!&quot;The biker's friends are now clenching their fists, ready to explode, but the big man doesn't move. Finally, the drunk wobbles, puts his face inches away, and blurts,&quot;And you know what, boy? Your grandma... she liked it!&quot; That's when the biker slowly stands, towering over the drunk. He grips him by the shoulders, looks him dead in the eyes, and growls:&quot;Grandpa... you're drunk. Go home.&quot; The bar erupts in laughter</blockquote>

[QUOTE="nikonpup, post: 841888, member: 9922"] A drunk stumbles into a rough-and-tumble Hell's Angels bar, orders a drink, and starts swaying on his stool. After a minute, he notices three bikers at a corner table-the biggest, meanest-looking guy sitting right in the middle. The drunk lurches over, plants his hands on the table, and slurs, "Hey, buddy... I was at your grandma's house today. Saw her walking down the hall buck naked. Man... she is one fine-looking woman!" The bar goes quiet. The biker's friends exchange glances-everyone knows this guy throws fists at the slightest insult. Yet the biker just stares straight ahead, stone-faced. The drunk grins, leans closer, and says, "Not only that-l got it on with your grandma. Best I ever had!" The biker's friends are now clenching their fists, ready to explode, but the big man doesn't move. Finally, the drunk wobbles, puts his face inches away, and blurts, "And you know what, boy? Your grandma... she liked it!" That's when the biker slowly stands, towering over the drunk. He grips him by the shoulders, looks him dead in the eyes, and growls: "Grandpa... you're drunk. Go home." The bar erupts in laughter [/QUOTE]

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