Cheers Memes Funny Novels & Stories

"Cheers to our hard work and the effort of every one of us." "Cheers!" "Let's forget about work for a while. After today, a very hectic schedule awaits, so no mentioning of work. Cheers again!" Gregg announced, but no one responded to his toast. For a minute, the crickets' sound could be heard but was quickly replaced with laughter as they made fun of Greggy's reaction. "I hate you!" Gregg blurted out. "We love you," we said in return.

“Sweet Jesus. Are you all drunk?” “Hey. It was a party. We’re in a bar. You do the math,” Keely responded with a loud hiccup. Which sent them all into gales of laughter. “I’m not drunk,” India said. AJ waggled her fingers. “I am.” “Me too.” Macie laughed. “Those cherry bombs were the bomb, Keely.” “No kidding.” Channing swayed as she craned her neck to look toward the bar. “Think we can have one more for the road? To toast Keely’s victory?”

We both laughed, Hershey blushed. "Alright!!" we say it together. "Ayiee! Peg ebeg ne itech. Ahihi.." Kim wink at us. "Shut up!" we say in unison again. "Ayeeeee!!! That's it!" "Kim!" we scolded in annoyance, at the same time again. "Ayeeee! lalalala.." We both laughed. It's as if Kim has solved and itched. Crazy! At the Bar... I'm with them... Hershey, Kim, Aceavel, Cj, karllo, Allondra, Dante, Cristian and others. They ordered tequila. They also have some wine. Even Hershey is strong enough.

Like I might suddenly notice her. I didn't ask. I played the part—perfectly deaf, perfectly clueless. Eugene's social feed, though? Loud as hell. One post was a limited-edition sports car. Next was a home-cooked meal—Vanessa's handiwork, proudly plated. Every update screamed 'she's obsessed with me.' And their mutuals ate it up, flooding the comments with jokes and congrats. Me? I stayed home. Deleting every last trace of us. Day one—Eugene posted Vanessa watching fireworks with him at some amusement park.

“To more years of friendship, love, and happiness. Cheers!” “Cheers!” we all echo, grinning like fools.

Riena smiled. “Cheers!” I clicked my cup with her and chuckled. T. B. C!

My grin blossomed fully into a smile. Yes! Freaking yes! I freaking secured the deal with the most brutal industrialist. *** "Cheers to me," I screamed, tossing the drink down my throat, reveling in its scorching sensation. "A perfect celebration for a perfect day." I laughed, gulping down yet another shot. "I freaking secured a job with Russia! The Russians." The music blasted through the club, threatening to bust eardrums. I laughed even louder, not enough to overshadow the screams of the crowd of sweaty teenagers and old men who just didn't know how to not disrespect themselves.

“Cheers to the ones who’ll outsmart the Belmonts on The D-day.” “Cheers” “Cheers” The group of three hit their wine glasses in excitement as they waited patiently for the concert day to arrive.

“Cheers!” I shake my head, laughing out loud. This woman is not serious, she can actually be the end of me. I fold my fingers and clink my hand against hers, following her humour. “Cheers.” I murmur. Nina yells a cheer and we fake drink together. This is hilarious. What’s even more hilarious is me joining in. But it’s fun. And I love this kind of stupid fun.

Chance butted in. “Jealousy much?” Pam asked. “Abso-freak-ing-lutely!” Chance responded. They all laughed. Matt and Chey join them at the table. Wondering what they were laughing at. “What’s so funny?” Matt asked. “These two horndogs!” Chance replied. “Ahh, I see.” Matt said. “Anyone care to explain?” Chey said, confused.