Funny Catchphrases Novels & Stories

He mocked Philip, “My dear nephew, what now? Ten minutes have passed. Where are your cash delivery trucks? Where’s the 1.6 billion dollars in cash? Hahaha!” Immediately after, the surrounding directors also spoke sarcastically, “I'm laughing my ass off. It's really fun to watch this drama at night.” “Yes, even though I’m an old man now, I can still watch such funny things happening. I’ll remember this for the rest of my life. Maybe I can even live longer from laughing at this.” “Philip, where’s your convoy? We’ve waited for ten minutes.” The crowd laughed at Philip’s ignorance.

His arms tighten looking for my acceptance of his apology. "I understand. You're a man in demand. This is the part where you have to save the Internet by pressing buttons on your laptop, right?" Finn relaxes his grip a little at my joke. "Kind of, but I type fast. Some might even say I'm a speeding bullet." Even I catch his Superman reference and groan at the horribleness of it, but it's nice to hear one of his nerdy jokes again. Maybe nothing is wrong after all.

, I asked as equally judging. He looked angry that I made him look dumb. "To lean back and chill together, to watch some series or a movie!" "Where did you hear that phrase?", I asked calmly. "From your co-workers. Philipp says he does it all the time with Jessica." My shoulders dropped. "You are really pretty." "What's that supposed to mean!?", he asked in disbelieve. "To N*****x and Chill means to fuck." His shoulders dropped. "Oh – I, fuck, I didn't mean that." He let go of me and patted the back of his head nervously. My eyes widened. Michael and nervous?

“WAKE UP !! It’s your first day at school you cant be late”. ,”arrrrgghhh uncle you don’t have to shout like that “ Shouting he’s always shouting he shouts when he watches a football game, shouts when he doesn’t need to be heard

In his nervousness he was ping-ponging transatlantically for his euphemisms. "Well, it would make me feel less weird about being naked in front of you for all this. We'd be Steven evens." The last two words of her retort tugged at his heartstrings by making him think of when they were kids again. It was another Jessica-ism. Like her inability to pronounce 'Winston' or 'spaghetti' (she nearly hit high school before she stopped saying "puh-sketty"), Jess had mixed up a few common phrases like "even Stevens" when she was little. She'd twisted it into "Steven evens."

emoji. The messages arrived at random times throughout the day. A photo of his coffee cup with the caption "Fuel for another thrilling day of capitalism." A link to an article about workplace productivity with the comment "Thought you might find this amusing." Simple things that somehow made even the longest days feel a little less lonely.

I pinned them both with a glare. “And what the hell is so funny now you two goons?” I snapped. “Well, for one, no one outside of first grade says icky,” Chase said with a snort, trying to cover his laughter. “Shut up. Lots of people say icky,” I argued. “Oh yeah, like who, squirt?” Alex was grinning at me now. “Well, I can’t think of anyone right this second, but…” I was cut off as all three of them started laughing their asses off at my expense.

Besides, who exactly gave Todd the illusion that he was someone important? I scoffed. "Todd Westman, from the moment you had the audacity to spout all that, you lost the right to speak to me." People could only communicate meaningfully when they were on the same intellectual level. Seeing how resolute I was, Todd struggled frantically and screamed, "No… Babe, listen to me. I can explain. I was just confused for a second. I love you!" "Shut up. Just listening to you makes my ears feel dirty."

A funny quote ;) ________________________________________________________________________________ 𝟧 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 "ELLA! COME DOWN HERE YOU EVIL MOUSE!" I yelled, looking towards the stairs. I heard giggling. "I am going to kill you! You embarrassed me!" I hissed. "Sorry! I had too!" She replied, still giggling like a kid. * * *

I start saying at a snail's pace but I get cut off by him. “Shut the fuck up." He orders in a low but demanding voice. “Yes, Daddy." I reply automatically. Shit! Fuck! Holy shit! Fucking hell! Oh my fucking goodness! I did not just fucking say that. Time stops, I run out of air, and the universe laughs at me for blindly falling into its embarrassing trap.