Dad at the mall

Grandson — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 04:20:01 +0000

I took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes
(he is 92). 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 had enough, he
sarcastically asked, 'What's the matter old man, never done anything
wild in 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.'

The IRS and Grandpa

Grandson — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 18:24:20 +0000

Subject: The IRS and Grandpa

The IRS decides to audit Grandpa, and summons him to the
IRS office. The IRS auditor was not surprised when Grandpa

showed up with his attorney.

The auditor said, ‘Well, sir, you have an extravagant
lifestyle and no full-time employment, Which you explain by
saying that you win money gambling. I’m not sure the IRS
finds that believable.’

I’m a great gambler, and I can prove it,’ says
Grandpa. ‘How about a demonstration?’

The auditor thinks for a moment and said, ‘Okay. Go
ahead.’

Grandpa says, ‘I’ll bet you a thousand dollars that
I can bite my own eye.’

The auditor thinks a moment and says, ‘It’s a
bet.’

Grandpa removes his glass eye and bites it. The
auditor’s jaw drops.

Grandpa says, ‘Now, I’ll bet you two thousand
dollars that I can bite my other eye.’

Now the auditor can tell Grandpa isn’t blind, so he
takes the bet.

Grandpa removes his dentures and bites his good eye.

The stunned auditor now realizes he has wagered and lost
three grand, with Grandpa’s attorney as a witness. He
starts to get nervous.

’Want to go double or nothing?’ Grandpa asks
’I'll bet you six thousand dollars that I can stand
on one side of your desk, and pee into that wastebasket on
the other side, and never get a drop anywhere in
between.’

The auditor, twice burned, is cautious now, but he looks
carefully and decides there’s no way this old guy could
possibly manage that stunt, so he agrees again.

Grandpa stands beside the desk and unzips his pants, but
although he strains mightily, he can’t make the stream
reach the wastebasket on the other side, so he pretty much
urinates all over the auditor’s desk.

The auditor leaps with joy, realizing that he has just
turned a major loss into a huge win.

But Grandpa’s own attorney moans and puts his head in
his hands.

’Are you okay?’ the auditor asks.

’Not really,’ says the attorney. ‘This morning,
when Grandpa told me he’d been summoned for an audit, he
bet me twenty-five thousand dollars that he could come in
here and piss all over your desk and that you’d be happy
about it!’

Don’t Mess with Old People!!

E-Mail from Grandma » grandpa

Dad at the mall

The IRS and Grandpa