Funny Patrick Novels & Stories

] Tail looked at this line in puzzlement, “What did you say, Uncle Patrick?” Patrick smiled maternally at Tail, “I replied to this little boy for you, praising him for being very handsome.” “Okay,” Tail then made a hand heart to the camera, “Thank you, dude. Love you~” Suddenly, Patrick’s hand shook a little bit. In the comments section: [I can't believe I witnessed the separation of lovebirds!] [Uncle Patrick, why did you distort the facts? You nipped Tail's puppy love in the bud.] [That’s really funny! I could hardly help laughing.]

' "What do you mean!? I can't understand it... it... It's just out of my understanding, you don't know the way to explain and if you cannot do a simple explanation then I can't stay here with you sir..." Patrick said and got up and started walking, 'Go, wherever you want but there's an end at the end of every path you decide to walk on, which is nowhere?' Patrick put his hand on his head and said, "Last time I asked you, aren't you making fun of me sir?" 'Do you think a joke may be long to talk about?' "I'm sure you're trying to teach me something important but believe me, I can only understand if you tell me the truth, not the riddles."

Keith could not believe it, what joyous news. “Yes, she is a big ole poo too.” Patricia found what she said rather distasteful, but she was trying to fit in with the girls. Their sense of humour was a little strange to her, but she was sure she nailed it. Lincoln roared with laughter, but Keith stared at her like she had grown an extra head. “Did I say it wrong?” Patricia didn’t understand why Lincoln was laughing quiet that hard. “You tried, Mom, and I love you all the more for it.” Maggie giggled.

"It's not like the Lloyd family needs that pocket change anyway. I tell him to come back and learn from people like you… Just relax! But he just laughs and says he's still in his prime!" Andrew's voice took on a mocking tone. "Says guys his age should be full of energy and drive. Anyone sitting around listening to music and playing chess all day is just a useless old has-been with nothing better to do! Though I personally think that's a bit harsh." He looked directly at Patrick. "What do you think, Mr. Garcia? Am I right?" Patrick's face twitched as he forced another laugh. His heart was pounding, unable to figure out if this little punk was deliberately insulting him. Nonetheless, if he was

I raise my gaze to where Paul is kneeling, his and a lot of their attention on me. Hmm? What had I missed? “Yes, Paul?” “Patrick was asking if he could go pee.” The last words expose the gap in his teeth. He has somehow, registered himself as the leader of the group. And I know that someday, he would make a fine honorable gentleman. “Yes, of course. Patrick go ease yourself. But don’t be gone for so long…” “Or else the mighty grasshopper will jump out and swallow you up!” they all chorus and break into loud giggles.

Instead, he plopped down on the sand beside me, still offering me the soda can. "No you don't. But I think we are going to be good friends, so I came here to take the first step. I'm Patrick. You look like Daisy. Or a Poppy," he rambled, his gaze intensely trained on me. Patrick had a...weird energy. He spoke as if he couldn't wait to get all the words out of his mouth, and there was a hungry, curious gleam in his eyes. "If you don't want the soda you can just tell me. My arm is starting to hurt."

Lucien exhaled softly as he shook his head. “I should stick to what I know best,” Patrick muttered. “I know. I tried stand-up comedy three years ago. Got booed out of my first set and never went back. There were only ten people there too.” The doors opened into a sleek executive hallway. Lucien merely glanced at the frames hung on the wall, with inspirational quotes. “Live, love, laugh.” Patrick read them aloud, flicking each one with his finger. “I wonder if they know that their Director has no love in his heart. They probably wouldn’t care,” he muttered to himself more than to Lucien.

"However, I don't want to just be friends with you." Patricia was struck as if by lightning, as if she had heard something unimaginable; her brain went boom and she was completely stupefied. Hunter smiled, "What? Did my words scare you?" Patricia was completely flustered, stammering, "Are... are you joking with me? It's not April Fool's Day today, and this joke isn't funny at all."

Patrick replied, taking her free hand and bringing it to his lips in an overly dramatic gesture that made my blood boil. "Any friend of Hunter's is a friend of mine. Though I have to say, Hunter, your taste has certainly... evolved." The quiet insult wasn't lost on me. Patrick had always been good at delivering cutting remarks wrapped in compliments, and the bastard hadn't lost his touch. "What do you want, Patrick?" I asked, my patience already wearing thin. "Can't an old friend stop by to say hello?" He gestured to the empty chair at our table. "Mind if I join you? I was just having dinner alone – tragic, really – when I spotted you two lovebirds."

But it seemed like things were turning around slowly, and I was immensely happy for him. "Congratulations!" I laughed, getting up to pat him on the shoulder, but he grunted instead, not looking pleased or excited, which made me stop for a moment. "What happened, Patrick? Aren't you happy?" I asked him, frowning. I sat beside him and peeked at his laptop to see what he was so intensely glaring at. I noticed he was going through some emails from our cyber team. "She didn't seem pleased with me," He gritted. "What?" I frowned. "I wonder why? Every girl should be throwing themselves at you since you're such a ray of sunshine. You have such a charming smile and aura that always enchants everyone-