Grumpy Old Man Family Guy Novels & Stories

She muttered with a giggle and they both burst out laughing. "Silly brat gets your filthy hands off my wife, you have a wife go hug and joke with her, not mine." An old man, not exactly old just average between 45 to 50 stood up to his feet. His face was the same structure as Arnold, as it was always said like father like son.

On the other hand, there was an earthquake in the Lexor family. A majestic old man sat on a children's swing watching the merry-go-round rotate. He was being served with many fruits. "Ah, pity me, old man. I have six grandchildren but no one comes to meet me. Who has this kind of bad luck? Ah!" The person who was handing him fruits twitched the corners of his mouth. "Sir, you kicked the young master out just last week." The old man turned around.

he grumbled and trudged towards the table, pulling off the thick glove in his right hand. He looked like he was in his 60s. His white hair was curled to the side, and his hands looked strong with no wrinkles. His eyes looked like they could cut through you, and his face was permanently stern. “You're so proud of your family, huh?" He groused as he slumped down into the chair, his eyes fixed on Jasper. “Of course, the same way they're proud of me," Jasper replied, chuckling. The man's lips twitched up, and he scoffed loudly.

Nice muscles. “My son’s Adam. He’s in real estate with a friend. Both bachelors I’m trying to get grandpups out of. These old weary bones want to bounce a young one on the knee and spoil them.” He looked away wistfully. “To be honest, he doesn’t even know I do cleaning anymore; thinks I’m retired. But I fuckin hated sitting there with old farts who just wanted to talk about the weather.” He’s chortled. “Fuck; that’d be torture.” I agreed with him. “I couldn’t even see my own old man doing that; and he doesn’t even have legs!” We both laughed together.

“Busy.” “Busy?” The older man’s brows arched. “Too busy to visit your old man’s home?” Adriano’s jaw tightened slightly. “Some of us don’t have the luxury of time.” The faintest flicker passed through the old man’s eyes irritation, maybe guilt but he masked it quickly with a dry chuckle. “Still sharp-tongued, I see. Just like your father.” Something in Adriano’s expression darkened, but before the silence could stretch, Grandma’s soft voice broke in gently.

“As soon as George told me that there was an old man hitting on a teen, I knew it had to be you.” Reese and JD both laughed from their respective stalls. “Sorry about that.” Reese replied not sounding very apologetic at all. “Whatever.” Joel laughed. “He’s a grumpy old fart who has no sense of humor and is certain that everybody is gay and liberal. And trying to convert everyone who’s not.” JD laughed as he turned his shower off. “I’ll be sure to bring my brother and his boyfriend.” “Don’t forget his wife.” Reese added as he also turned off the water.

[DIMITRI] “I do not know,” the old man who owns the grocery store grumbles, not showing even a bit of curiosity when I ask him about his son. “I’m his father, but he rarely tells me anything. The kid is good for nothing. Always getting into trouble.” I sigh, rubbing a hand down my face. This is bullshit. I didn’t come here all the way for nothing. I don’t care how old this bastard is. I’ll break his bones and feed him to dogs if he pisses me off more than he already has.

I figured out that they were going to be in that position till we’re done so they can clear the table. “I’m good,” I replied and casually grabbed an apple. “Just that my memory is a bit foggy these days.” Grayham’s Granpa who sat opposite me immediately dropped his coffee mug and stretched his hand toward me. “Should I call the family doctor?” I dismissed the idea by waving my hand. “You have nothing to worry about Granpa. It’s just a phase.” I bit the apple. “Part of the recovery process.” I winked. He sighed and withdrew his hand. “Well, I’m glad you’re home now. It’s been crazy here without you. I just couldn’t keep away. I had to keep showing up every day at the hospital.”

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

The experienced interrogating officer, maintaining professional detachment, pressed harshly: "Then what? Did she call?" He spread his hands in an exaggerated gesture, performing a pathetic solo show. "She called! Crying her eyes out, snot and tears all over her, calling everyone! And you know what? Hahaha, the funniest damn thing I've ever heard! Nobody believed her! Either told her she was scamming them or just hung up on her annoying ass! Tsk tsk, even called that big-shot brother of hers. You know what he said? Told her if she wanted to die, she should hurry up and stop bothering people!" "CRASH!"