Novel & Cerita Broken Humor Memes

Any complaints, please comment about it I love you guyssssssssss❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤please make sure you vote🙏🙏✌✌ Bye guys👋👋👋👋

He was always making stupid jokes, even at the worst times. “That’s not funny,” I snapped. “There are people’s lives we are talking about, the pack members are counting on us and also the alpha, it’s only a matter of time until people start moving out of the pack,” I said, although I was also considering that in case things went sideways. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, raising his hands. “I was just trying to lighten the mood, you know, humor is a coping mechanism.” “Well, it’s not working,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Mila, you’re a saint!” Then, he pulled out his phone. “Look at the group chat. It’s exploding!” The group name had been changed to ‘Care and Support of the Clown Werewolf King,’ and it was flooded with merciless mockery. Someone had photoshopped Sarek’s face with clown makeup and captioned it: [So I came after. I’m a homewrecker.] There were even meme videos titled, “The Werewolf King’s Breakup Survival Guide.” Louis laughed so hard his whole body shook. “Hahaha! That’s brutal!”

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

I taunted him. "Nothing is enough," he huffed. "Should I break your skull or chop off your finger? And then, you can imagine the 'oh ho ho ho' tone in your mind in the background," I jokingly threatened him. (Oh ho ho ho is a song that's widely used as a meme for depicting sad or fucked up situations in India) "What the fuck? I am upset and crying over here and you're imagining about a meme in such a serious situation?" He complained.

Liam cracked a joke he’d heard from one of the Tv shows he watched back at home. ‎ ‎Ivy immediately flushed red. “Liam?!” ‎ ‎Aiden barked out a surprised laugh while Liam awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, "Good one!" the elder bellowed, impressed at Liam’s wits and sense of humor despite his young age. ‎ ‎“What?” Liam muttered defensively towards Ivy. “It’s true.” Liam felt smug at the perfect execution and the smooth reception of his joke. ‎ ‎Ivy groaned in embarrassment while Aiden chuckled warmly beside her.

Chris feigned a pitiful expression as he answered Henry before turning to Addison “No” “You didn’t???” Addison’s eyes widened in shock before they were filled with admiration “Who could come up with something so ingenious?? I have to worship this god of retribution….ha….ha…. it was so refreshing to see the memes…. Ha….ha…ha…” Addison bend over hugging his stomach. He couldn’t stop laughing, the memes were too hilarious. He wondered if Daniel would ever be able to recuperate the courage to face the business world again. “Your god of retribution is next door doing his 1000 push up punishment. Would you like to join him?” Chris hooked his eyebrows teasingly.

"I wouldn't know, seems like you drugged me." "That I did....." "What's this about? Money?" Kiara laughed like she had just been told the best joke in the universe. "Oh goodness no. Hey B, she thinks it's about money!" Someone laughed and slowly walked towards her turning on the light. "You people are really snobby aren't you." He said. Robyn would know that voice and stupid face anywhere. Brett. "Arg. It's you, blurr face." "Oh I forgot you got a mouth on you."

“But I don’t see anything funny in degrading a marginalized group of people for laughs.” “Then tell the class a joke that is funny,” Professor Barns demanded. I shook my head. “I can’t think of any good jokes right now.” “Take a few moments to think of your best joke, stand up, and tell it to the class,” he insisted. “You obviously think you’re an expert on what’s humorous, so let’s hear what one of you bleeding heart Beta-lovers thinks is funny.” My mind spun, and I began to shake. The smug look on Professor Barns’s face told me he wanted to embarrass me to get me to do something stupid. Perhaps to get expelled or, at the very least, cry and run away.

I just stood there, frozen. The same guy who used to whisper "Bella, you're amazing" now tossed around "sad little simp" like it was a joke. My chest caved. The loan papers slipped from my hands and smacked the floor. On the phone, his buddy cracked up. "Heard she's been frying food nonstop just to save cash for you?" Jack laughed. "Yup. Arms full of burns and still smiling like a clown. Simps are too easy."