Two guys were having a quiet beer at the bar after work, when in walked a punk rocker with a multicolored hairstyle, his hair sticking straight up in the air and the sides shaved bald.
The guys stared at the punk rocker who, noticing them staring, promptly confronted them and said, "What's the matter pal...you got a problem?"
Nervously the guy said, "No...but I think we may be related."
"Why do you think that?" asked the punk.
"How old are you?" quivered the drinker.
"Twenty-two!" shouted the punk.
"Well," said the drinker. "22 years ago, I got so drunk that I had sex with a parrot and I think that you may be my son..."
The guys stared at the punk rocker who, noticing them staring, promptly confronted them and said, "What's the matter pal...you got a problem?"
Nervously the guy said, "No...but I think we may be related."
"Why do you think that?" asked the punk.
"How old are you?" quivered the drinker.
"Twenty-two!" shouted the punk.
"Well," said the drinker. "22 years ago, I got so drunk that I had sex with a parrot and I think that you may be my son..."
