No, there ain't no moral. I just like that story. That's all. Like that story

Grandpa:
What the... what the hell is this? John:
That's lite beer. Grandpa:
Gee, I weigh ninety goddamn pounds, and you bring me this sloppin' foam? John:
Ariel's got me on a diet because the doc said my cholestorol's a little too high. Grandpa:
Well let me tell you something now, Johnny. Last Thursday, I turned 95 years old. And I never exercised a day in my life. Every morning, I wake up, and I smoke a cigarette. And then I eat five strips of bacon. And for lunch, I eat a bacon sandwich. And for a midday snack? John:
Bacon. Grandpa:
Bacon! A whole damn plate! And I usually drink my dinner. Now according to all of them flat-belly experts, I should've took a dirt nap like thirty years ago. But each year comes and goes, and I'm still here. Ha! And they keep dyin'. You know? Sometimes I wonder if God forgot about me. Just goes to show you, huh? John:
What? Grandpa:
Huh? John:
Goes to show you what? Grandpa:
Well it just goes... what the hell are you talkin' about? John:
Well you said you drink beer, you eat bacon and you smoke cigarettes, and you outlive most of the experts. Grandpa:
Yeah? John:
I thought maybe there was a moral. Grandpa:
No, there ain't no moral. I just like that story. That's all. Like that story