My name is just Grandpa, if you want to tell me stories of your old betsys, or whatever you called her, feel free. Nothing I like better than hearing old stories. I live in Monroeville, NJ and you can contact me though this blog

Monday, December 01, 2008

DAD AT THE MALL.> > I took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some> new shoes. We decided to grab a bite at the food> court. I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting> next to him. The teenager had spiked hair in all> different colors: green, red, orange, and blue. My> dad kept staring at him. The teenager would look and> find him staring every time.> > When the teenager had enough, he sarcastically> asked, 'What's the matter ! old man , never done> anything wild n your life?'> > Knowing my Dad, I quickly swallowed my food so that> I would not choke on his response; knowing he would> have a good one. And in classic style he did not bat> an eye in his response, 'Got drunk once and had sex> with a peacock. I was just wondering if you were my> son.'> >

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