Grumpy Old Men Bloopers Novels & Stories

He said. Whitney looked at him and wanted to laugh but she quickly stopped cause of the way her throat hurt when she wanted to laugh. “Dear hubby, are you sure you didn't forget your sense at the office?” She asked him and Jimmy burst into laughter. “Dad forgot his sense at the office. Hahahaha. Dad, how could you have forgotten such an important thing? Your sense,” Jimmy said as he laughed so hard that he held his stomach. Maverick glared at him and threatened, “Shut up! I will seize those devices forever if you don't keep them shut right now.”

The two old men sat out of breath after slapping and punching each other a few times. "You're getting old Edward." Mr. Johnson sneered, stretching on the coach. "You never see yourself, do you Johnson? You're way older than I am. I only let you go out of pity." Mr. Edward spoke, wiping sweat from his forehead.

He smirked beautifully and I let him rod off on his back. “Hello, old man!” He teased with an impish expression. He was a bit grumpy yesterday night when I picked him up after his shift at the club because we had planned to stay at there afterwards but when I told him about my stiff back, instead of showing compassion, that little creep started making fun of me and saying was perhaps getting too old to play with swing and ropes. “Don't start with this again, I am only thirty.” I groaned playfully, grabbing his wrists and pinning them on each side of his head.

Bookshelves lined the walls, their shelves filled with a vast collection of knowledge and wisdom. Harley Louis leaned casually against the window, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let me tell you," he began, his voice alive with animated chatter. "Those old geezers in the Granger family are something else. The moment they caught sight of you returning, I swear, they were spewing curses under their breaths."

"If you dare spew nonsense again, don't blame me for stabbing you with my needle!" The two old men did not want to yield. Soon, they started arguing in the 'VIP prison'. Neil was dumbstruck when he arrived and saw that. He quickly separated them. "Dad, uncle! What are you guys doing?" "Nothing, nothing!" They smiled at him at the same time. "Just exercising, that's all!" He was rendered speechless. "You guys are old and will hurt yourself if you move too much. If you hurt your…" Rowan and Noah rolled their eyes at him at the same time.

“Here, let me show you.” He unfolded his lanky frame from the sofa and started to unbutton his fly. In unison, Alex and Paul yelled at him to stop. Gary shrugged and flexed his biceps instead. He grinned and adopted ever more ludicrous poses before announcing, “Gotta take a crap. Back in a mo.” A duet of “ughs” accompanied the music. They spent the next few hours reminiscing about their summer vacation and seriously dented their supplies of booze, marijuana, and assorted snacks.

Eddie smiled whilst trying to exercise his hip bones. “Take it easy or you’ll split in half” Sylvester joked and the two old men laughed.

I tried to stammer while greeting the elderly man and nodded at him. "Miss Trisha... I just saw on CCTV you slapped a man. " The lady tried to push the stout man to speak but he just glared back at her. "Sir, that man was arrogant in asking about a job opening in our company. " She responded with her head bowed low and pointed a finger in my direction. "Is that true, Mr. Em? " The elderly man was looking at the stout guy. "When I arrived there..." He paused as Trisha tried to pull on his arm, "This man was already pissing her off."

He turns to me and winks at me. “I think you mean problems for US. And there aren’t that many, most of the really traditional types are old men, worst case scenario we can just outlive them.” He jokes. I smack him in the arm. “Bellamy!” I object, but I’m laughing so he knows I’m not really mad. He grins but then sobers up a little.

“Don’t get used to it.” Max leaned closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied Adrian. “Why don’t you smile more? Are you one of those grumpy old men in disguise?” I burst out laughing, nearly dropping my cone. “He’s got you pegged, Adrian.” Adrian gave Max a deadpan look. “I’m not old.” “Grumpy, though,” Max said, nodding sagely. “Definitely grumpy,” I agreed, grinning at Adrian’s long-suffering sigh.