[svandamme]

grandad fritz came to see his grandson hans one day. hans says "hiya gandpa fritz! i will be done posting in a minute." fritz says "that's no way to spend your time on a stupid computer boy! why, when i was your age i went to paris & the moulin rouge, drank all night, screwed the dancers, pissed on the barman & left without paying! that's the way to live son!" weeks go by & grandpa fritz goes to see hans again, but hans is all bandaged up. his eyes swole shut, lips split, arm in a cast. "holy crap in the morning! what happened to you hans?" "i did like you did grandpa. i went to paris & the moulin rouge, drank all night, screwed the dancers, pissed on the barman & they beat the living hell outta us!" fritz asks "us? who's us? who did you go with?" "just some friends" hans said. "who did you go with grandpa?" "you idiot! i went with the SS!"