Three fellows were sitting in a biker bar. A man came in, effectively plastered, sat down at the bar and requested a beverage. The man glanced around and saw the 3 men sitting at a corner table. He got up, stumbled to the table, hung over, looked the greatest one in the face and said, "I passed by your grandmother's home and I saw her in the corridor, buck bare. Man, she is fine!" The biker took a gander at him and didn't let out the slightest peep. His mates were confused,because he was a gangsta, and would battle at he drop of a cap. The tanked inclined toward the table again and said, "I got it on with your grandmother and she is great, the best I ever had!" The biker still said nothing. His pals were beginning to get frantic. The tipsy inclined toward the table again and said, "I'll let you know something else kid, your grandmother loved it!" The biker stood up, took the plastered by the shoulder and said, "Damn it, Grandpa, you're inebriated! Go home!"
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