Funny Cartoon Profile Picture Novels & Stories

“I am not a model. Trust me! That profile picture is just make-up, good angels, and Moon-blessed lighting. You can see now, this is the real me. Still think I am a prank?” I didn’t have to wait this time, as a moment later, his several replies popped up. “Wait! Oh, no! You are REAL? Goddess! That means you are really texting me!” I chuckled as his texts got funnier with every passing second. “I am such an idiot (crying face emoji). I am so sorry, Ashley. Honestly, I assumed, I was being pranked again, as it had happened earlier. My pack mates often post my profile on dating meme pages.”

He smiled and pulled his calculus book out. “I hope you’re good at this crap, because I suck” he said with a crooked smile. I half smiled back at him with a shrug of my shoulders. The tiresome Mr Phillips was our math teacher. He is a middle-aged balding man who always dressed in beige khaki shorts with colourful tartan socks pulled up to his knees. He was boring at most, but with the wit and sarcasm that could floor most of his students. In the middle of class Smith plopped a folded-up piece of paper on my desk, he looked at me with anticipation. His cheeks were red and bursting with his barely held in giggles. I unfolded the note and studied it. A smile crept across my face as I started to

I couldn't stop it. ME: whatever.. you ain't getting boobs of this clingy person.. Then I went through my gallery.. pictures of her and I pitched and I felt like crying. I was so taken by a kid younger than me. I smiled at a picture that I took while she was eating on the couch before she left. She had on her black and yellow bandana, a black tank top and black shorts. She was facing away so I got half of her face. She looked hot as fuck. I quickly put that picture as my w******p profile picture and then logged out.

I asked and he shook his head. "It's this guy Saitama. He was fired from his job and after being beaten with a crab monster to save the kid who drew n *** s with a permanent marker on the crab man." When I told Karish about the funny scene, I remembered how ridiculous it was. It was one of my favorite manga with Chris and we used to watch it together on his smartphone during breaks.

You’re just as cute as your profile picture! The corners of Julien’s mouth twitched. He could not be bothered to read the message anymore and exited the chat room. Then, he called Zach. “How may I help you, President Flint?” Zach answered quickly. “You used to manage one of my WhatsApp accounts before.” Julien frowned. “There were so many profile pictures to choose from. Why did you choose a goose?” Zach felt aggrieved. “The goose looks cute. It’ll make you appear more approachable.” Julien was silent.

“Well, at least I’m not a gay like you.” “W-What did you say?! Who’s gay?!!” “I will turn on the camera now. Just don’t say anything about my messy room, okay?” “I know you don’t know how to clean anyway.” I turned on the camera and the bastard automatically laughed after seeing my face. “Nerdy! Hahaha! What the hell is the problem with your face?! Did you cry?! Hahaha! You look like a swollen panda! Hahaha!” “And you look like a golden retriever puppy with that yellow shirt you’re wearing.”

The one currently on soft play duty with my nephew. "Oh my god," I whispered. I picked the phone back up, staring at his profile with new eyes. Without the shock of his opening gambit, and armed with the knowledge of who he actually was, I took a proper look. His main picture was surprisingly professional. He was sat with his chin resting on his hand, a cheeky grin on his face framed by a neat, light brown goatee. His short brown hair was slicked back, and his hazel eyes shone with a look of genuine playfulness. He was wearing a light green, striped shirt that stretched tightly across broad shoulders and biceps that definitely didn't come from sitting on a sofa all day.