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My grandfather is 93. He uses the word "high" in place of "tall".

Since I'm 6'2", he always comments on how high I've been getting lately. It's kind of hilarious.

the old people i interact with aren't really appreciable... my grandad is a raging douchebag... my grandmother is sick and i can't really remember the last time her and i had a decent conversation...

i need more old people man.

My grandmother to my older sister: << "Wow, 22? Back when I was your age, you would have been considered weird for not being married yet." >>

All of my grandparents are in their late 80s and 2 of them I have a language barrier with... the other ones are good though. I enjoy spending time with them, but I hate teaching my grandfather how to use the TV's remote control on a daily basis.

I love my grandparents. All other old people I can do without.

hairscapades wrote:I love my grandparents. All other old people I can do without.

My great-grandfather grew turnips in his backyard til the day he died.

My grandfather is legendary. He's so funny, in the way that old people are. It's not something that you can explain to people, but here's an example: When my mum (his daughter) got married, he had to do a speech. He started with "Okay, I've been told to keep this short..." and opened up a piece of paper that rolled to the floor. It's an old joke, obviously, but nobody ever does it in real life, and it's so, so him. My stepfather's family looked on bemusedly as we all nearly cried with laughter. I'm sure you had to be there, but he's just brilliant.

And I agree with this.

hairscapades wrote:I love my grandparents. All other old people I can do without.

I like it when people say that it's not something you can explain and them promptly try to explain it.

I only have one grandma left, but the best grandparent I have ever had. She 80, I think.

Til the day he died, dammit.

My grandfather strangled his mule to death on his 92nd.

I'm... scared to ask if that's a euphemism.

hairscapades wrote:I like it when people say that it's not something you can explain and them promptly try to explain it.

It's the trying that counts.

happy birthday frets wrote:

hairscapades wrote:I love my grandparents. All other old people I can do without.

My great-grandfather grew turnips in his backyard til the day he died.

It is widely known and accepted that your grandparents are fucking awesome. Especially since one of them invented some chemical shit. And then the other is also Isaac Asimov pretty much.

It is not.

well it is now. or at least it should.

I think SlappyMcGee was talking about strangling his mule.

The mule bucked, which generally pisses my great-grandfather off, so he turned to the mule, and strangled it to death.

=w= wrote:The mule bucked, which generally pisses my great-grandfather off, so he turned to the mule, and strangled it to death.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeFpM2OEWPs

Yay old people!

my grandparents are the best.


they are also the weirdest couple. grandpa is a large black man, and grandma is an old lady from England.

My grandfather was hilarious.

He was an incessant labeller, writing all sorts of reminders and instructions on most things he owned. A more memorable one was "Do not drop" on his television remote, using correction fluid (white-out, as we call it down underp).

We knew it was about time he stopped driving when he demonstrated to my parents and I the "speed booster" in his car, which he switched on, funnily enough, using the same controls as the air conditioner. This "speed booster" was in fact the air conditioner, which made a roaring noise when he switched it on, convincing him it was a "speed booster". He would switch it on when overtaking even after its true function was explained to him, at least until we took his car from him, which is another story.

He didn't like Star Was because it was "a bit far-fetched" for him.

Hehe. Old people rule. I could go on.

entwilight wrote:We knew it was about time he stopped driving when he demonstrated to my parents and I the "speed booster" in his car, which he switched on, funnily enough, using the same controls as the air conditioner. This "speed booster" was in fact the air conditioner, which made a roaring noise when he switch it on, convincing him it was a "speed booster". He would switch it on when overtaking even after its true function was explained to him, at least until we took his car from him, which is another story.

The best thing I can take from this is that he was the kind of person who would use a "speed booster" to overtake.

"100? BAH! TURN THE SPEED BOOST ON! :D"

My granddad turned 90 last week, and so he gave $50 to all of his grand kids, which includes me. Old people rock.

Yesterday, my sister and I left home to go to our colleges. Our grandfather gave us some "chocolate money." He gave her $50 and gave me $5. Thanks!