Grumpy Old Men Bloopers Novels & Stories

Before he could even understand what just happened, he began to hear an old, near-death laughter from Nelson. “Haa-ha-ha-ha!” “Such an annoying old man,” Andy muttered under his breath. “What was it you said again, right before you made that shot?!” “I-I. . .” Andy stuttered. “Haa-ha-ha-ha!” Nelson continued with the laughter. “Stand up and be a man, Anderson Simpson!” “Give it another try, shall we?!” * * *

the old man laughed again. “???” she just shook her head. “And you gave away your millions, just like that?” she said while snapping her fingers. “Yes, he made me laugh. And we share the same answer. To me he got it right” the old man defended his action. They were alike. So maybe this Mr. Fish is an old man too. Why do old men feel so bored? She was still deciding how to ask her father about Meredith when she heard her father throwing impromptu poetry.

The butler sang. The old man showed no signs of waking up. "Cheese my heart, cheese my soul, cheese my everything, cheese my world." The old man slowly opened his eyes and then lay like a sick man. "Grandpa, how are you?" Cough, cough. "I am good, Marv. How come you are here to meet me?" "Grandpa, I had some important news to tell you but seeing you are sick, I will not tell you." The old man turned his head very slowly like it caused him great pain.

the white-haired man said full of emotion. "No. I'm the one who should be thanking you, Grandpa. Thanks to you, I can feel happy and proud because I have a grandfather who is so cool and spectacular," the grandson replied while widening the curve of his lips. Receiving the compliment that seemed odd, Mr. Hunt spontaneously snorted. “Stop your bullshit, Julian. This senile disease isn't cool at all," he grumbled, hitting his head with one palm. "I'm just a very troublesome old man."

*Slurppp...* Dmitri groans out loud at the annoying slurping sound being created by his boss. To say he is old and matured enough! "Boss, that is enough! You had already two cups of tea. It would be no good to your health to have any more than this." He tells him to stop, partly because now he is growing rather impatient and vexed by his slurping and the fact that he has called him up here to tell him something but has not yet told him that. The old man chuckles amusedly before placing the now empty cup of tea back on the table infront of him.

“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.

He took the kitchen stairs one at a time. Both feet on a step before the next one. He's never done that. The cane's a prop, everybody knows the cane's a prop. And just now he started an insult about my history teacher and lost it halfway through. Stopped. Blinked. Waved his hand and gave up on it. Grandfather Elias doesn't give up on insults. He finishes them and then adds a footnote. "You okay?" "I'm eighty-one. Okay retired years ago." "You look kind of gray."

He wondered and rushed towards the old man with a sweaty palm. Steward Gu was so nervous but still able to maintain the cold expression he always had on, it wasn't a funny moment for the man. “What are you waiting for? Get it done now!” The old man commanded eagerly in anticipation as he waited for the pinch. Almost immediately, the man did as he was ordered, he punched the old man's wrinkled cheeks hard which made the old man groan slightly. “Ouch, I believe it's not a dream,” Grandpa Smith said as he returned his attention to the screen the sensation seemed to jolt him and make him realize it was never a dream.

CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT GRAHAM “The elders are getting on my nerves, Graham. I don’t think I can handle them anymore. You need to get them to behave.” Ronald said with a frown. It was supposed to be funny seeing Ronald complain since he doesn’t do it as often but I wasn’t in the mood for that.

Then, he tried to rub his furry head against my cheek. Evan was blessed with a head of golden curls. They shone like the afternoon sunlight. I turned my face to the side, looking frigid. "You don't have to make it up to me. You are not the one who betrayed me." 17-year-old Evan had nothing to do with his 27-year-old self who broke our promise. His younger self moaned and sobbed. Tears fell from his sapphire blue eyes. "Bella, how did it come to this?"