A drunk walks into a seedy biker bar, sits down and orders a drink. After he downs it, he looks around the bar and spots three bikers sitting at a corner table. He gets up, staggers over to their table, leans over, looks the biggest, meanest, biker right in the face and says: “I went by your grandma’s house today and I saw her in the hallway buck naked. Man, she is one fine looking woman!”
The biker looks right back at him and doesn’t say a word. When he doesn’t jump up and wipe the floor with the drunk, his buddies stare at him in amazement.
The drunk leans in a little closer and says: “Then I got it on with your grandma and she is good, the best I ever had!”
At this, the biker’s buddies are starting to get really mad. One of them starts to stand up, but the biker puts his hand out to restrain him, still saying nothing.
The drunk leans in close enough that his breath was curling the biker’s nose hairs, and says, “I’ll tell you something else, sonny boy, your grandma liked it!”
At this point the biker slowly stands up, takes the drunk by both shoulders, looks him square in the eyes and says…
“Grandpa, go home. You’re drunk.”