A guy walks into a meat-market bar and sees an absolutely beautiful woman sitting at the end of the bar. He asks the bartender, ``Why is that gorgeous girl sitting all alone?''

``Oh, she's fucking crazy,'' says the bartender.

This doesn't deter the guy, so he goes over to the girl and says, ``Hey, I couldn't help notice you sitting all alone over here. Why isn't anyone hitting on such a fine woman as yourself?''

``Oh, I'm fucking crazy,'' she says.

``Okay,'' he says, ``That's cool. But I'd still love to fool around if you want.''

She says okay and they go to her place. They get hot and heavy and end up fucking. She goes to clean up. Right after, the door opens and there stands a mountain of a man -- nigh seven feet, shoulders as wide as a buick, and muscles buldging out of his motorcycle jacket.

``Who are you?!?'' yelps the guy, trying to cover his shame.

``My name's Crazy,'' says the biker, ``Who the fuck are you?''