Betty White Bloopers Novels & Stories

I screenshotted the pic as Betty looked over my shoulder. “Looks like you have some obligations to meet” She snorted back. “It appears I do” I replied. “Well, one last thing before you go,” Betty said. Betty bent over her couch, pulling down her black yoga pants to reveal her bare ass “Go ahead, grab some pics” She said, and I didn’t hesitate and opened my phone and furiously snapped pics of her spread asshole. “Maybe I can convince Tina to let us do it again,” Betty said, pulling her pants up.

Christian hissed, leaning forward. "Yeah it all happened as fast as I finished it." She said breathlessly. "Are you high, Betty? Whatever you're saying is bullshit. I know this girl.." Christian pointed at me. "Who's Isabella White, only for eleven months and if you're trying to imply that she's Maria, did she not want to leave me and Chloe and always wanted divorce from me?" Christian fired questions at her but all Betty did was chuckle lightly. "Could you please tell me whether you remember witnessing any of these incidents happened in your life?" Betty asked warily and Christian stared at her for a moment or two before frowning.

Which resulted in her getting hosed. "And that dress! Who wears a white skin tight dress to a high school party?" I burst out laughing again as I replay the scene in my head. Because she was wearing white, it made it even more embarrassing for her as she gave everyone a nice view of her Betty Boop underwear as she got hosed down. "Okay, enough of that," She says as we finally calm down from laughing so much. "What are you waiting for? Get the ice cream!" I shut the journal and hold it to my chest tightly. The tears fall down my face one after another and before I knew it, I was asleep.

A few students were already milling about the parking lot, but the royals—Sheryl, Dave, and Ruby—were likely still asleep in their silk sheets. Betty kept her head down, her eyes fixed on the ground, when she crashed with something hard. It felt like walking into a stone wall. "Shit... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice a tiny, panicked sound. She didn't look up, already bracing for a blow. "You don't have to apologize, little stray," a familiar, melodic voice replied. "Though even I would bump into someone if I kept my head down like I was looking for pennies."

Right now everyone was a suspect and a rival. “Good day Ma'am”. “Yeah, whoa rw you and what are you doing here?” “I'm Betty White, the agency sent me here but I can't leave my son behind”. She said and her eyes began to water. “But I didn't ask for anyone from any agency. I think you are mistaken”. She scanned me and then the house for a moment. “It's this 789, 6th Avenue?You called the agency this morning asking that I come here at 1pm”. My eyes widened in shock and confusion and just when I was about to speak to her my phone ran.

"I'm glad you're finally home. I'm really worried about your condition. You had a lot of blood in the room when I found you that night." “Well… you must be surprised. You have to clean up all the mess I made.” "No no no." Betty moved her index finger right and left. "There's no problem with that. You know, I'm okay with all the mess you're making. It's my job to clean up all the mess that's going on in this house." Her five pound overweight belly shook as she laughed. Her laughter was sweet and crisp, reminiscent of her mother's old laughter. "Thanks very much."

I didn't know how to respond to Bernie, and in the end, I could only turn my back and leave. I can never argue with Bernie directly! I made my way back to the office, Emma saw that I was rosy again and breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't Mr. White have anything important to do this afternoon?" I tilted my head and asked Emma. Emma shook her head, gnawing on a piece of sour mango, and said, "Mr. White just needs to get ready for a business trip today. We have more free time. Look at Chloe! She's scrolling through F******k!"

she sighed out wistfully. "You could if you only stopped trying to hide your lovely figure under meters of fabric," Vivian murmured impatiently. "Oh, come on, Vivian. I’m five foot three inches high to your five-eight," Betty pointed out. "I do not even have your perfect, curvy body. Besides the unplanned dip, did you enjoy the rest of the evening or did you need to take the courage pill halfway through?" Just like that Betty guided the subject away from herself as she always did, Vivian noticed. Then she felt her insides curl up and sink because the rest of the evening did not bear thinking about.

he said mumbling the last part and I chuckled "They never mean it," Andre joined in "Then they get mad, like they didn't tell you that they didn't want nothing, like if you want something just tell me," Dantae said pulling another beer open. "I did that to Brit once and she told me not to call her and then got mad when I didn't call her," Andre said making us laugh. "Women are the most complex species man," Dantae added and I smiled taking a sip of my beer. "They are not as complicated, us guys just don't pay attention so we make them seem complicated," I told them