Funny Books Memes Novels & Stories

, I stood up and ran to my locker and took out my bottle from my bag. I ran towards him, but it slipped my mind, how my books were scattered on the floor. I stepped on my book and very smoothly went downpouring all the water on my poor victim. Now Caleb was not only groaning in pain but was also drenched in ice-cold water from head to toe. People around us were now not able to control their laughter. I could see a dozen of phones recording another embarrassing moment of mine. Well, welcome back to becoming the queen of memes Haley! My eyes landed back on Caleb who was now giving me a look of disbelief combined with anger.

They aren't mine, before somebody will Coman arrest me now o😂🙌🏻. We'll soon be back to our humorrrrr! Don't worry, I'm sorry for the sad chapters😩. So if you love this chapter and you think I'm communicating something through this humor book, VOTE AND COMMENT! Love y'all! Lazypen

“The one with the really boring voice?” “Exactly!” Harry slapped the table, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I swapped all the flashcards in his presentation with ones that had ‘cat memes’ on them. The entire lecture was an hour of memes, and the best part? He didn’t even notice until halfway through. None of the students told him; they just recorded it silently while trying to control their laugh.”

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. 😈💅"

Above it, a caption: “When you marry a CEO but still get treated like the valet.” A second meme followed moments later. This one had Eleanor’s face mid-sentence, with: “The real boss showed up. Grandma with the Glock.” Julian stared at it for a moment. Then silenced the phone and slid it into the drawer beside his watch. By midmorning, Sophie strolled into his study holding a tablet and two croissants. “You’re trending,” she said, dropping the pastries onto his desk. “And before you ask, yes—most of it’s satire. Some’s nasty. But some of it’s… weirdly affectionate?”

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.

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

“Your name’s in the caption. ‘Local businessman’s café explodes in mocha mayhem.’ Congratulations. You’re a meme.” “I’m going to fire everyone,” Max muttered. “You can’t fire them,” Landon said. “They’re already traumatized. One of the waiters won’t stop twitching every time he hears a milk frother.” Suzi leaned against the arm of the couch, giggling. “You have to admit, it’s kind of iconic.” “I’m not calling an insurance claim over coffee foam and memes,” Max said darkly. “Actually, you are,” Landon replied. “Because the insurance adjuster is on her way, and she says she needs a statement from one of the owners. That’s you, buddy.”

So I pulled out my phone again, this time scrolling through my saved folder labeled “EMERGENCY GIGGLES.” I found a meme I knew would work. A sketchy cartoon cat trying to play a grand piano with arms that were way too short. It was dumb. Like, impressively dumb. “Look at this,” I said, turning the screen toward him. He glanced at it. Blinked. Then let out a snort. “That’s so stupid,” he said. “But you smiled.” “No, I didn’t.” “You totally did.” He rolled his eyes, took a long sip of juice, then bumped his shoulder into mine. “Okay. Maybe I did.”

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”