There was this geriatric woman who thought she needed some toughening to cope with today’s world, and decided to join a gang. She rocked up to the Hell’s Angels bikers club and tapped on the door. "Excuse me, sirs, I’d like to join your club if you please" she croaked in her feeble voice. A grunt came from inside, "Ha! You got no chance, woman. We only take the toughest into our club. You can only join if you drink!". "Oh boy, do I drink! I slam a few down every night after playing pool with the boys" she croaked back. "Oh, umm, well... you can only join if you smoke" he lied, trying to brush her off. "Does marijuana count? Coz I don’t mind a few joints after playing pool with the boys". "Umm, I suppose it does count..." the biker said, and, thinking quick on his feet said "Look, we’re a gang only for the roughest, toughest men in town. Now, have you ever been picked up by the fuzz?"
"No," she r