Funny Questions That Make You Think Deeply Novels & Stories

I don't think she gave me any choice here! "Ok!" I tilted my head, asking her to go forward. "So tell me how will you put an elephant in a refrigerator?" She raised her eyebrows. Has she gone mad or what? "I don't know!" I said blankly. "Open the fridge and put the elephant in it. Simple! Isn't it?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "You are crazy!" I chuckled. "Ok, one more question!" She folded her legs and shifted towards me "how will you put a donkey in the refrigerator?"

He moved his lips slightly and then grabbed the three large beer glasses beside him, downing them in one go. "Next round!" After another spin, the empty bottle once again pointed at Bob. Bob clenched his teeth, "Truth!" He was starting to not believe this at all! Anthony laughed so hard his eyes almost disappeared. "Suppose you're facing castration right now, and to be saved, you have to be gang-raped by ten burly men. Who would you choose?" Bob:... What kind of absurd question is this! He picked up a glass of beer and downed it with a scowl.

she replies, still smiling. I take a deep breath and clear my throat. "So, I've been thinking...why did the tomato turn red?" She arches an eyebrow, looking at me curiously. "I don't know. Why?" "Because it noticed the salad dressing!" I exclaim triumphantly, bursting into a wide grin. My joke was met with deadpan silence for what felt like an eternity. Then suddenly, her face lit up and she burst out laughing uncontrollably. "Oh my goodness! That was so corny!"

But even that paled in comparison to what she made me feel when she looked at me, when she laughed, when she simply was. I didn’t understand any of it. So I did the one thing that had gotten me cast out of Heaven in the first place. I asked questions. And when I tell you I asked questions....I mean questions. “What does a toaster do?” “Why do people say ‘cool’ when something is good? Does it involve temperature?” “What is the purpose of a hoodie?” “Why does she chew gum like she’s trying to kill it?” Riven answered all of them without blinking, half the time laughing so hard he had to lean against furniture. Kael was a bit more direct and logical in his responses, though he too never lost pa

I walked to the poster and read the bold typed words. “If two’s company and three’s a crowd, what are four and five?” “Susan has four daughters, and each of her daughters had a brother. How many children does Susan have?” “How much dirt is in a hole that’s two feet by three feet?” “What goes up but never comes down?” “What is the end of everything?”

"The mystery guy from the app? What did he do now?" "We started a game. Ten questions each to see if we're compatible." "Interesting. And what kind of question did he ask?" "Music and coffee. Specifically which song represents a perfect cup of coffee on a rainy morning." Gwen frowned. "That's… specific. And weird." "I thought it was smart. It's different from the usual predictable questions." "Or it's the kind of question someone asks when they're trying to sound more interesting than they actually are." "Gwen, you're too skeptical."

I used noodles since I didn't like the MC cussing. In fact, if the other person is sarcastic, a question can be responded with another inquiry. End of text.

一 Arthur suggested 一 What kind of joke? 一 Questions and Answers 一 Answered 一 Can I ask about everything? 一 I asked curiously 一 Of everything. 一 So let's go. That joke was a good way to get to know another person, the questions would be about their life and the answers would enable each other to get to know each other better. I still didn't know Arthur well, and there were many things I wanted to know, among them, was the reason why I had never seen his mother, which was my biggest curiosity.

He answered all my questions even though we were just one win one question. "So, why did one of your men killed him?" I just asked again. "One question at a time." I rolled my eyes because of what he said. "You didn't even answer my question earlier," "Still you asked another question and I answered." I just rolled my eyes again. I think for a moment. "Hey! I didn't ask anything else! It's like we just talked about what happened before! Don't me, huh! What are you talking about, huh? You thought, huh! Answer my question!" The madman just laughed.

He gave me his best puppy dog eyes. "Fine. one beer and I'm done." I gave him a defeated sigh. "Yes! I'll be here at 7." He ran to the door and left. 'ugh why do I always have to say yes?' I think. 'Because he's your Gay friend and don't want to hurt his feelings. ' my wolf Conri says in reply. 'That question was rhetorical Conri.' I say and he just shrugs and goes back to the back of my brain.