92-yr-old’s epic response to a teenager’s wild hair will leave you in stitches

I accidentally saw this story on the internet, and it’s too good not to share! Someone took their 92-year-old dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes. They then decided to grab a bite at the food court.

While sitting there, the dad noticed a teenager next to him with wild hair, and what happened next will have you laughing out loud…

Get ready for some classic grandad humor!

Okay, here’s how the story goes: I’m not sure if it really happened or if it’s made up, but either way – it’s absolutely brilliant!

”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. In classic style, he did not bat an eye in his response.

Got drunk once and had s::e_x with a peacock , I was just wondering if you were my son!

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