Senior Yang Menyebalkan Mga Nobela at Kwento

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."

Lexi snorted in amusement, "Goddess, just how crusty do you have to be in order to be a Senior Elder? Elders are already ancient enough aren't they?" "Oh, not too crusty, my dear," A cheerful voice came suddenly from the doorway as Bartholomew entered. "Although I will admit, I did think that by the time I had reached this age, I almost certainly thought that I might rustle a little." He chuckled.

Charlie asked in surprise, “What is wrong with Senior University? Isn’t that just a university for the elderly and the senior citizens?” Jacob had a gloomy expression on his face as he said, “Don’t you know that there are a lot of old men who have no wives at Senior University? They are just a bunch of nasty old men who are not there to learn or enrich themselves! They are simply there to look for a wife and companion!” After he was done speaking, Jacob said nervously, “Your Aunt Hall is so beautiful. Wouldn’t all the old men be interested and constantly thinking about her?” Charlie laughed before he said, “Then, can you stop people from thinking about her?”

They all shouted out when they heard that. “You can’t be serious,” one of the elders said as I smiled. “I am very serious. I am very very serious, actually. Now speak, or hold your peace.” They exchanged glances as one of them stepped forward … a woman who had not done anything since she assumed office as the elder. I had no idea why my father even kept her as an elder because she was annoying. Hearing her high-pitched voice talk about laws and things which I clearly knew she didn’t even obey… it was pissing me off.

"Cherry, you really are a dirty grandma, aren't you? I've heard of Bad Santa, bad teacher, and even bad and dirty grandpa and I know three dirty moms but you are the first dirty old lady I've ever met." "Honey, do you think just because you get older, your sex drive dies? For some it does but most of us still have one. We just can't find a man willing to fuck us the way we need it. Those old men and their blue pills aren't as good as they used to be, no matter what that pill says. And younger virile men won't look our way."

I roll my eyes, “Yes, stick in the mud. We went and we are waiting for final results. Results should be ready by tomorrow.” “Stick in the mud?” Isaiah said with his lips twitching. Sin then speaks up, “For such a handsome face, you really act like an old man. No fun at all.” “Old man?” Isaiah said, clearly getting offended. Good. “All three of us are the same age.” He counters. “Yeah, and you will be using a walking cane before Sin and I even get arthritis.” I said laughing. “You really have no sense of fun. Isn’t there anything you do that is actual fun?”

, Oak asked. " Sorry.", Phet murmured. " 19026, you didn't give a replay to my question.", Oak said. " Maybe because I am new to this. I don't really like the idea of seniors ruling juniors. After all you guys are just 2 years older than us.", Phet said and everyone gasped. The seniors were also taken aback by Phet's replay. Aroon gave Phet a death glare. “ I see.”, Oak signed in disdain."But you should try to like this idea. Because otherwise your college life won't be that nice."

"Everyone, relax! Once my granddaughter posted that video, she got scared! We're definitely getting answers today! If she doesn't agree to our demands, we'll keep making noise!" "Yeah! Make her give back the subsidies!" "We have to have seafood! I haven't had shrimp in so long!" The whispers and muffled laughter mixed together, as though it were a victory celebration waiting to begin. Maisy Fletcher had also come. She wore a stylish dress and perfect makeup, standing out clearly among the group of elderly people in their plain clothes. She held her phone, live-streaming and smiling charmingly for the camera. "Folks, I'm here at the scene right now. You guys see this? All these seniors are he

They couldn't help but ask: "What’s with all this protégé talk?" The elder mystics in the group started commenting. "I’m over eighty years old; it’s not suitable for me to be a fan calling someone my bias; so, I’ll just be a senior supporter." Others followed suit. "I’m seventy-eight this year; I can only be a senior supporter too." "I’m almost ninety, so calling her my bias would be inappropriate. I’ll be a senior supporter." "I’m ninety-six this year, officially a senior supporter." "Even though I’m only sixty-eight, I’ll be a senior supporter."

Min-a chuckled also knowing he sounded terrible. “The only thing I can tell you about aging is the ultimate advice. ‘You will know when you get older.’ I always thought this advice to be the most annoying piece of nonsense I have ever heard, now, I know it is the universal truth and everybody experiences it differently.” Seung-ho explained it in the best way he could.