Chuck Norris Birthday Meme Novels & Stories

He sighs and places his head on his hands. "March 1st," He replies. My jaw drops. He looks up and stares at me. Why are you so surprised?" He asks. "Nothing, it's just that..." I trail off. He raises an eyebrow at me. "That what?" "My birthday is on February 29th. But when there is no February 29th, I celebrate my birthday on March 1st," I mumble. His eyes widened. "Oh, so that's why you're saying you're 4. So you're 16?"

This time, the live comments were completely different from the previous life, when he appeared as the heroic protagonist. "Help. He's so ugly. What the hell." "Ew… I'm logging off to throw up." "Hey, whose pet pig is this?" … From the moment I called Mom, and she told me my birthday, I was certain this world wasn't real. On the phone, she said I was born on June 18th, 2000. That was indeed the birthday listed on my ID, but when I was little, due to a mistake by the local government office, my birthday had been recorded a day early.

I screeched at the ginger girl in front of me It's not like she hasn't seen me in my underwear before *mind shrug* she laughed awkwardly, "Just kidding," she said stiffly "You better be," I muttered turning to walk away "I'm not," she said sheepishly making me huff in annoyance and frustration It was a week before my birthday and my sweet, ever-so-wonderful best friend had just sent out a bunch of birthday invitations to a bunch of Billionaires for my 21st birthday because she saw a video of it on TikTok.

He giggled as he hummed before saying a small. “Yes I’ll talk to you then.” Next thing I heard Chris’s voice. “Scar everything ok? We normally don’t hear from you this early in the week!” He asked. I laughed and wanted to punch him in the arm for forgetting his own birthday. “Yes idiot! It’s your birthday how could you forget?” I asked. Silence before he sighed. “Crap I completely forgot I had so many meetings and other distractions lately.” He said, I knew he had looked at Dwight when he said the last few words. A new mate can be very distracting I know that for a fact.

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However, the queue to clock in was long and barely moved. Soon, he caught up. Embarrassed, I stopped and lowered my voice. "If you need something, talk to my lawyer. Stop harassing me." He looked at me as if he hadn't heard a single word. "Josie, today is your birthday. I just want to wish you a happy birthday." Looking at him like this, I suddenly found it a little ridiculous. I let out a bitter laugh. "My birthday? It ended the day my mom was buried. From then on, I would never feel happy on my birthday again."

Latton says while smiling gleefully. Vivian grins faintly, then clears her throat and finally asks the question she's been wanting to know for a long time, "Latton, I'm just curious why don't you celebrate your birthday?" Latton glances at her then says, "I kinda do celebrate it, but not on the exact date of my birthday, and it's always my cousin surprising me before or after March 21. During my birthday I usually just stay at home and let the day pass."

Ben laughed “We will announce at the Christmas party. What do you think?” “Brilliant.” Paul slapped the desk “I have to get a seat next to VC.” “Me too… I have to get a video for making my very own meme for being slapped in the face…. Ha…ha…ha…” Richard laughed happily. “It might not have that effect, probably everyone will know by then.” Ben shrugged.

Mrs Whitmore with a warm laugh. Everyone laughed. Including Mom. Perfect. “That was five years ago!” I groaned. She winked. “Still my favorite birthday memory.” “Ugh, Mrs. Whitmore, please. We saw just a month ago,” I muttered, cheeks hot. “Oops, my bad. Still stuck on that image.” She chuckled as Lulu dragged her away before I died of embarrassment. I turned back to Mom, her laughter faded as fast as it came. I sighed, stepped forward, and wrapped my arms around her. “C’mon, Ma. It’s my birthday.”

He rubbed his chin and said, "How about this? My birthday is "A: January twenty-first, B: July first, or C: September fifth." I closed my eyes and ran through the possible answers in my mind. My temperature gauge wasn't going hot or cold, but it definitely felt warm when I said September fifth in my mind. "September fifth?" I suggested, weakly. "Dang! You got it, Tru," said Conrad. "Oh no! We didn't do anything for you," whined Ruthie. "It's okay," said Zander with a chuckle. "It was a long time ago."