- jonb,
Well, no grandmothers, but my grandfather had inherited his love of dirty jokes from his time in the Marines. One time my brothers and I (and a few cousins) were cleaning out his garage, and it was too late for us to drive back home. (Sure, it was only a few miles, but this was in South Dakota, so no street lights and a governor who uses the highways to test Einstein's theories.) Anyway, long story short, he saw my morning wood as I was going to take a bath in the morning, and made some joke about proof I was his grandson.