I like to fight grandmothers, UFC style, in my spare time. Usually, I can hold my own for a round or two, but then I just wear out and then they lay the beating on me. I know what you think....You think grandmas just bake cookies and complain that they are cold even when it is 90 degrees outside. Well, your wrong sister! Grandmas are killing machines who would enjoy stomping on your face for a quarter. That is why I am always nice on a date, because I worry when that date gets old enough to collect Social Security, she may look me up, locate me, and stab me with an ice pick.