A punk, in full regalia (leather, chains, rings on every bodily protrusion, multicolored spiked hair … the works), happened to note an old man watching him intently from a park bench.

The punk sauntered up to the oldster and, with a sneer curling his purple-colored lips, demanded to know what the old man was looking at.

You, replied the senior citizen.

Whatsamatter, dont you like what you see? demanded the punk.

Never taking his gaze from the punk, the old man said: About twenty years ago I had intercourse with a parrot. I was just wondering if you might be my son.