Funny Profile Pics Novels & Stories

It's about time someone told Kelly the truth that she is mean, cruel, and heartless. I set up a new I*******m account. In doing so, I will do some digging on Kelly with my new username and alias. My fake name is Jennifer Smith. It's a generic enough name that I could be anyone. My profile picture is of an orange tabby cat wearing glasses—a fat Garfield-like cat, sitting on a large book. Maybe the book is a dead giveaway that it is really me.

“So, are you already trying to profile me?” I chuckle. “I profiled you months ago, Jimmy.” “People change.” He defends feigning offence “You didn’t.” I chirp in. “Okay then. Humour me. What’s your profile?” I duck my head and grin. This feels like my first patient. “I think that you’re a guy who feeds off humour. Maybe it’s been your way of getting out of unpleasant situations in the past.” “That’s quite an accurate profile. That’s All You’ve Looked at?”

He said with a frown. Scrolling down he saw another picture of Bash, he was naked but his bottom was painted in rainbow colour and he was leaning on a wall painted in same colour with his lips pouted. Clicking on the photo the caption was happy pride month. Storm rolled his eyes at the caption. Scrolling further he saw other selfies of Bash with the flat chested pretty face girl and his smile faded. Clicking on the name that was tagged on one photo he was taken to the flat chested girl profile. The first picture was of her without a wig and she had no makeup on her face.

Perfect employs the flawed logic of a math teacher who accepts homework that could have been copied off of each other, just as long as it shows the right equation. One clever guy cut and pasted an image of Salvador Dali’s melting clocks to represent the habit of unpunctuality (“Wait lang”) he had developed after he got addicted to computer games. Yssy pasted images of wine bottles, pills, a car crash and prison with an accompanying backstory that’s actually stolen from Lindsay Lohan’s life. Another guy (Nathan) was more truthful and posted a picture of an arguing man and woman.

“You should reply, Cathy.” A few days ago, someone by the name of Calum Dissick created an account on BC, that itself is unusual because what are the odds? The same name? His profile picture is a landscape picture but his username is a mix of his first and last name. Nothing to worry or think about. It can’t be him.

Ash: What's so wrong with it Ash: We are not about to put our faces on the internet recklessly OF: You could have put a fox instead Ash: Foxes are cute OF: Yes, they are Mob boss Ash OF: You like foxes Ash: I do Olivia smiles like a fool looking at Asher's message in the chat. God, why is he so cute? Mob bosses aren’t supposed to be endearing. SL: Why is Boss being cute? What the f*ck OF: Can we change our profile picture Ash: No OF: Really? :( Ash: This isn't negotiable OF: You could have a fox profile picture Ash: You are emotionally manipulating me

But he had hurt me so, and I needed to make him feel the same way, and if it were through this method, so be it. Setting a profile turned out to be the hardest thing. I was so painfully boring that composing a bio proved difficult. But I managed to scale through, choosing a picture of my favorite, the one where I had the largest smile that Kim swore would earn me a private jet if I flashed it to a billionaire, and I was ready.

The account used a generic handle, a stock floral profile picture, and no personal identifying details whatsoever. She uploaded a cropped photo of Emma walking outside the hospital in New York pairing it with a sharp, malicious caption mocking her posture, her simple outfit, and her unstyled hair. She added a cruel jab about how a world-class athlete like Ryan was bound to get bored of playing savior once the sympathy died down.

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore

So this what world like when they had their phones? I went over my seat. I opened my newly made f******k account. It was an anonymous. Creyshiee Elliee, that is my f******k name. Weird right? But nothing is more weird than the person who keep sending me messages. Mostly, I didn't put my face as a profile picture. I saved some cute chibi anime girls and make it as my profile picture. I only have three person's on my friend list. Patty, Krisha, and Zack. An idea pops in my mind. I tried searching for my f******k account I use in the real world.