Funniest Patrick Moments Novelas e Histórias

“Like that time someone sent an email to the entire office asking where they could buy a life-sized penguin costume. Or when two people accidentally started a very inappropriate conversation in a group chat and didn’t realize their manager was in it.” I burst out laughing, almost spilling my drink. “You’re kidding.” “I wish I was,” he said, grinning. “The penguin costume email is framed on my wall.” “Okay, now you have to tell me—what’s the juiciest piece of office gossip you’ve come across?” Patrick smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “Well, there’s this one guy who sends himself motivational emails every Monday morning. Stuff like, ‘You’ve got this, champ!’ and ‘Remember, you’re the best th

Patrick admitted, and Charles burst out laughing again, making Patrick angrier. "What's so funny, guy?!" "I'm sorry. What's going on with you, Patrick? Are you sure you don't need to visit a doctor? Because I don't get you at all. This minute, you want to break up with Willow; next, you're infatuated with your maid."

I’d barely noticed myself that I was bouncing my legs from the cold. “Well,” he said. “On one hand, you’ve got a story about family and love and innocence and coming together as a community and believing, but on the other hand, you’ve got joy and laughter and finding meaning in life.” I raised an eyebrow. “You know these movies yourself or did you just g****e them?” Patrick laughed aloud but didn’t answer. He was becoming a mystery tonight. Every time he did something unexpected, I found myself wanting to know more about him.

“Your brother is already there. Get inside to Seb’s VIP Lounge already, man. I’ll be there in a sec.” I rub the back of my neck with my sweaty palm. My nerve pricks me and my second thought of running away is tingling my skin, but I’m already here, and it’s Paul’s birthday after all. If they won’t like me here, then I will just leave. Easy peasy. “Wow! Look who finally gets out from his lair?” Patrick says exaggeratedly, and as always, he is overreacting. “Thought your dead, man. Good to finally see you suffer too much from stupidity, brokenheartedness, and dumbass. You look like shit!” Patrick starts his speech and as I expected.

Pat narrowed his eyes dangerously before answering the call and immediately pressing the phone against his ear. “A rai?” he said bluntly. A soft chuckle came from the other end. “You hang up on people often, or am I just special?” Yut’s voice sounded amused rather than offended. Pat closed his eyes briefly in frustration while Tee silently shook with laughter beside him. “Khun, are you not busy? Don’t you have work to do?” Pat said sarcastically, sucking his teeth lightly. “Or… are you a fraudster?” Several nearby teammates instantly looked up from their desks, already struggling not to laugh.

When Patty was making attention to be on her because of her loud laughter which had reduced to sniffles. “For a moment there, I thought that you were serious. You should consider joining a travelling band as their jokester, you are learning to tell funny jokes pleasantly well.” Patty smiled at Curtis whose face remained serious and when he said nothing and only crossed his arms across his chest. Patty stumbled back like he pushed her with her face turning pale. “Bu…but that is suicide.”

“I can’t believe you managed to seduce death and escape.” Patrick smiled in that sly way of his, patting my back. “You know how charming and irresistible I am, don’t you?” he said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Buddy, I love you, but I prefer someone else in my arms… No offense, I do think you’re quite the catch.” Laughter escaped from both of us, a mix of relief and happiness. “You’re still a fool!” I laughed, shaking my head and stepping back. “I missed your stupidity.”

Trenton turned off the television to talk with us, "Guys, do we need to stay together for a year?" "I would not survive because of how you snore," Patrick said while he crossed his legs. He was too pranky. Was he not afraid with Trenton's muscle. "What did you say!?' Trenton raised his voice and tried to throw his slippers on Patrick. "Hey! Hey! Hey!" Patrick gestured his hands to stop Trenton, "If you throw that and you broke something, I couldn't afford to pay for it." After Patrick said that, Trenton calmed himself and put down his slippers.

Suddenly a face appeared, not the romance novel Adonis she’d imagined but a clear-faced young man with dark eyes and full lips. “Um, hi,” Patrick said absurdly, as if greeting someone in a coffee shop. Their eyes locked, and then they both broke into a brief bout of laughter. Not the brittle, edge-of-madness giggling she’d done before this, but genuine laughter. It felt good; it felt cleansing. “Fancy meeting you here,” Clare said in her own attempt at humor. Patrick examined the edges of the hole he’d made in the wall. “I’m going to widen this and then you can come get some water, okay?”

After reading the messages between Ethan and me—where we joked around like best friends—Patrick finally relaxed. "So, it really was just a misunderstanding?" he asked. "Of course! There's only room for you in my heart." Patrick seemed to love hearing such cheesy lines. He ruffled my hair affectionately and asked, "Ready to finish what we started that night?" He was still as strong as ever, and his stamina was insane. He even took advantage of being drunk to act oblivious. By the end, I was too drained to even speak.