Blob Fish Meme Novels & Stories

Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"

Mei said, “about half the posts are people yelling that pups aren’t property. Your speech is getting traction.” “Great,” Lyra said. “I always wanted to be meme‑quoted in between cat videos and conspiracy threads.” Mei’s gaze flicked to her phone again, lips thinning. “There’s a thread,” she said slowly, “where some genius is zooming your block photos. ‘Spot the laundromat,’ ‘track the route,’ that kind of thing. Harris and Rhea are already playing whack‑a‑mole with it, but it’s out there.”

One of the men hugged taking advantage of her and brought her up to the ship and when he saw everyone’s disgusted expression, he followed their line of sight and saw the yellow stains on her dress. The guy’s expression was priceless as he pushed her off like a plaque and distanced himself, constantly wiping his hands on his suit and looking down on his suit to see if there were any remnants on him. Neil took his phone back when the video finished playing and swiped the screen to bring up the next few visuals “These are the most popular memes now.” The screen had a picture of Amanda with the lower part of her body with the yellow stains and a caption ‘shark repellent- only while stocks last.’

Fin has always joked that I have the memory of a gold fish. ***Flashback*** “Hey Al, you ready to go?” “Where are we going exactly?” “Oh Al, what would you do without me? We are going for a picnic, and swim down, at the waterfall with Siobhan, Lochlynn, and that new kid... Wesley? Winston?... it will come to me.” “Haha I’m really not sure what I would do without you, probably lose my head!” “I swear you have the memory of a gold fish. Swimming around your little bowl going ‘oh look a castle, oh look a castle, oh shat there’s a...”

Aunt Melba asked. “Hmmm, it’s okay but if you insist, just help me peel the shrimp. I will make menbosha” “Menbosha?” “Yes, it’s a chinese fried shrimp toast” she said while preparing to boil the pork belly, which she will use for her husband’s request of crispy pork. “Anyway, Aunt Melba, I know that Harvey already informed you of my condition, I have a temporary amnesia and what I remember are mostly my childhood memories.” “Yes, madam”