Betty White Bloopers Novels & Stories

"And that's for still being stupid now!" "I'm trying to—" "Trying to what? Explain?" She turned to face him fully now, all four-foot-eleven of her radiating more authority than most CEOs he knew. "You think explaining fixes what you broke, boy? You think 'I'm sorry' puts back together a heart you shattered for a BET?" "I called off the bet, Grandma. Before anything serious happened between us. I fell in love with her—" "And yet she still got hurt!" Madonna's voice rose. "Still got humiliated in front of the entire campus. Still lost everything that mattered to her. So clearly, calling off the bet wasn't enough, was it?"

Betty stirred in her sleep she ran towards the bathroom to vomit, lily helped her by gathering the strands of her hair together. "You Ok?" "Yes am fine" she helped her clean up. "Am sorry about yesterday" "I am meant to apologize I shouldn't have taken too much alcohol" "Well, you shouldn't have taken any" Betty chuckled. "Ok mum I won't again" "Better" "But who was that guy in black?" "I don't know" "Are.....ouch"

Knowing the two of them so well, their friends knew it was absolutely impossible. Even though they were all very drunk that night, everyone remembered the bet very well the next morning. That was the main topic during brunch. There was even a video clip recorded by Thomas as evidence. At the beginning of the video, Jo and Matthew sang and their performance wasn't perfect, but still sounded like a professional piece.

I got down from the stool and made my way to the bedroom, where my bag, phone, and clothes were. I dipped my hand into my bag and brought out my phone. Then I turned it on to see a few missed calls and three unread messages on my W******p. I took a quick look to see that one message was a long rant from Betty. The stunt I pulled yesterday must have really pissed her off. I could tell her message revolved around how she wished she had swallowed me instead. And that would not be the worst thing she’d ever said to me.

Seemed today was a day of many first. I quickly recovered as I racked my brain, my response rolled off my tongue, the entire table listening intently as I spoke although I couldn’t remember what I said. There was a complete silence for a few seconds. Oh my God! I just made a fool of myself, I silently prayed for the ground to open up and swallow me. However, murmurs of approval went up around the table. A female spoke up. “Mr. Whitmore, she’s even more intelligent than you led us to believe.”

Because… I hated admitting this, but Betty was right. I really was getting railed by Ricochet every chance we got, and I hated how easy I was about it. One touch, and I’d give in—moaning, whining like I had no self-control left in me. I called it bad manners. Because how the hell was I doing all that with him… when our daughter was just in the next room? “Could you tell me,” Betty cut in smugly, “which part of that comeback story you just told me—the one you swore to the moon, to Mars, to every damn planet in the solar system—you’d never go back to him?”

Alex paused, then chuckled, "Don't get me wrong. I simply can't stand seeing you like this. This is a charity gala. Helping an ex out with some living money is just humane. Don't worry. I've got zero other intentions toward you." Betty stepped out from behind him and linked arms with him, trying to pull him away. "Let's just ignore her. She is in that trade. Who knows what germs she's carrying? We can't risk catching anything. Besides, she graduated from a top college. Even at her lowest, she could wait tables and eat. But no, she chases guys. It's all because she's lazy and won't hustle." "Watch your mouth!" I cut her off. "Slander is a crime, you know."

No! ******** Betty. pov "You could imagine, I can't even boast of three clients in the past few days,” Betty said, beating off some accumulated dust behind my shorts as I walked. “Maybe that’s my bad luck to even have to think of it.” She gasped afterward. “Oh Wendy, yours is better, I had better be off like that than to be humiliated like I was the last time…you needed to have witnessed the scenarios'' I confronted her, as I began narrating my last dirty affair.

Betty's mom asked, "She's fine" Betty's boss retorted, "did you tell anybody that she's awake from the coma?" she asked, "I didn't tell anyone" Betty's mom said, "what did you see?" Betty's mom asked, "I saw some guys following me today to the hospital, but I stopped my car, and I changed direction" Betty's boss retorted, "Hope they are safe In that hospital?" Betty's mom asked, "I believe that they were safe but please, don't tell anybody that they were In the hospital" Betty's boss said,

Mike pov Betty is testing my patience, only if she knows how much more of her secret I have in my finger tips then she wouldn't be making the same mistake Jessica and Kimberly make. If only they have dance to the tone of my music they would have all they wanted in their life working out for them. But instead, they choose to be foolish. Kimberly was trying o be scent not wanting to get Maxwell offended but where did that end her up at? Now she is battling with confusion, pain and thought of what she could have done to be receiving such cold shoulder from her beloved Maxwell.