Grumpy Old Men Bloopers 소설 & 이야기

"You mean that you're still Uno. Like Uno. No girls. No crush. No woman?" "Of course, there are women. But nothing serious. They are not what I want," he said, smiling at her. "Don't worry. You're just twenty-seven. You Will find the perfect woman, Grandpa," she playfully said, taking a sip of her drink. "Shut up," he hissed, pulling her hair a little. "No. You shut up." She slapped his hand away. "So how is Mr. Grumpy?" he asked laughing as she rolled her eyes.

“Did you say fun?” I raised an eyebrow. He shook his head. “Grayham. You have to stop lying to yourself. It’s not like I have a problem with it anyway,” I palmed my forehead. “It’s not what you think. Like I said, we’re having fun. There’s nothing that can come out of it anyway,” The old man shook his head. “Stop playing around. It could be more than that. I see the way you two react when you’re around each other. It’s like there’s this mutual…

He argued with himself for several more minutes before the silence stretched out to an uncomfortable outburst. The footages were tampered with. They were missing clips from three days to the gender reveal party and on deal day. "Fuck shit up.." He muttered, his mouth curling in amusement. "Fuck shit up!" Alarmed, his right hand man, Bullet, moved closer to him. "Chief?"

He didn't like wasting time on words. So, he picked up the microphone and said to the audience, "Happy New Year everybody! I don't have much to say either. I wish everybody an auspicious year ahead. Also, please focus on the performances! You don't need to pay attention to an old man like me. I'm certain I'm not as interesting as the performances!" Upon hearing those words, everybody roared with laughter. They were surprised that the old man was so humorous! After that, the host smiled respectfully as he asked, "Old Master, what brings you here today?"

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.

Colt growls. "ENOUGH!" Grand Elder Anastasia crowed. Our attention is now focused on Phoebe's grandmother as she glares at the boys. "Sorry," mumble the three idiots making a scene when there is so much more we could be talking about. I almost wanna bop 'em on the head! We have a lot more to worry about right now, and them working Jaxx up was not needed!

*** After the wedding, the first to show up and apologize was that pack of trashy friends. Bruce was the one who knocked—bruised face, arm in a sling, eyes serious. The apology actually sounded real. I didn't need to ask what happened. I could guess. Henry stood beside me and said, "You don't have to forgive them." And he was right. I'd started college bright-eyed, full of potential... and slowly got dragged down by the jokes, the dares, the garbage Gideon and his crew pulled at my expense. Before they left, they dropped one last bit of news: Gideon and Olivia were done.

"If you dare step into the cemetery with a dog and that woman, I'll show you no mercy." His hand hovered over a button to summon snipers. It was the ultimate way to end the farce. Oblivious, Joyce crossed her arms. "What're you gonna do, old man? Beat us up? Don't cry when you break a hip and ask us for compensation. See those guards down there? They work for us, and you're a bunch of broke nobodies who've never seen real power. Keep blocking us, and our men will rough you up." Cuthbert and Joseph were my most respected figures. I'd never let anyone talk to him like that.

Call your men,tell them they are wasting my fucking time. “Why not sign the papers and I will have your son delivered to your son? It’s really not that much of big deal, right?” Old man replied. Gray laughed coldly,” you must really think that everyone else are equally stupid and dumb as you are. Until I have him, the deal is off.” Old man clenched his fists,fuming in anger.”how dare you call me stupid?”

“What’s too old for me, gramps?” This time, he chuckles. Taking two bottles from the minibar and twisting the top off one, he returns to give to me. “Here. Water never hurt anyone.” He takes the top off his bottle. “I’m thirty-five.” I have no idea why I’m grinning other than I’m enjoying myself . . . at his expense. “Thirty-five?” I exclaim in a teasing tone. “Geez, maybe I should be getting you the water and making sure you’re hydrating. Need me to go out and get some prunes or maybe I have a piece of hard candy in my purse for you.” I take a large sip, then watch as he tries so hard not to give in and laugh.