Someone sent me this in an email:

Have you ever wondered what the difference is between
Grandmothers and Grandfathers?

Well, here it is:
There was this loving grandfather who always made a special effort to spend time with his son's family on weekends.
Every Saturday morning he would take his 7-year-old granddaughter out for a drive in the car for some quality
time - pancakes, ice cream, candy -- just him and his granddaughter.
One particular Saturday, however, he had a bad cold and
really didn't feel like being up at all. Luckily, his wife came to the rescue and said that she would take their granddaughter for the drive and breakfast. When they returned, the little girl anxiously ran upstairs to see her grandfather who was still in bed.

"Well, did you enjoy your ride with grandma?" he asked.
"Not really, PaPa, it was really boring. We didn't see a single asshole, piece of shit, horse's ass, blind bastard, dipshit, or son of a bitch anywhere we went!"