Funny Questions That Make You Think Deeply Novels & Stories

I asked confused. He laughed so loudly that I scratched my head. What's so funny about my question? Answer what I want to hear Ken, not your laugh. "What!? What are you talking about there, Trix, you're crazy!" He looked at me in disbelief. "So, I just imagined that?" I couldn't believe it I asked myself. "I don't know about you Trix, you're disgusting, do you imagine I kissed you?!" IMAGINE? IS IT JUST AS IN MY IMAGINE? DO I REALLY JUST IMAGINE THAT? HUHUH IT'S AWESOME!!! I THOUGHT THAT WAS TRUE!

I stared too long at his face, noticing his scar, and then I came up with an idea. "Let's play a game. Twenty questions. I ask you a question you have to answer, you must be truthful, and you ask me questions too. He said, "Why do I feel like this has some deeper meaning to it than just a game?" "We are out here; I think we should make the most of it." "You start" I started simple. "How old are you?"

The smile on the man's face had hardly disappeared all morning. Not long afterward, the group finally set off. Throughout the drive to the campsite, the atmosphere was filled with casual conversation and jokes. Chris deliberately cracked jokes several times to keep things from becoming too stiff inside the car, even though most of his jokes were admittedly terrible. “I have an important question.” Everyone immediately turned toward him, and Chris cleared his throat lightly. “If a fish swims north and then turns east, is it exercising or is it lost?” Silence followed, and several seconds passed without anyone answering Chris’s question.

Enough to want me dead. Staring death in the face, suddenly, questions circle in my brain — How does a chicken pee? Do they make mouse-flavored cat food? Do coffins have lifetime guarantees? How do you handcuff a one-armed man? If a Smurf chokes, what color does it turn? Can blind people see their dreams? Do penguins have knees? Does it hurt when you die? Either this is the ‘life flashing before your eyes’ thing, or dying means losing your mind. Weird.

, I retorted. "Really, Siya...well, you are brilliant...and the answer is right...so go ahead ask me your question", he laughed. "How many chickens does it take to kill an elephant?" "What???..." "Even I'm trying to check the great David Kings IQ," I said, smirking at him. "One...." he said, winking at me, "But don't ask me the reason." "Ok ...your turn". "What is the one thing that you can't live without?" I asked again.

It’ѕ tеllіng me to аѕk mоrе questions; fіnd оut mоrе; do more; think mоrе. I’m just оn the verge оf fіgurіng it out. Thеrе’ѕ nо wау I’m giving uр nоw. The nerve of thе guy is аѕtоundіng. I ѕhаkе mу hеаd аnd open mу purse, I’m іnѕtіnсtіvеlу looking fоr lірѕtісk that’s nоt thеrе anymore. I need to think аbоut whаt’ѕ nеxt.

I asked a straightforward question just for him to blow the hot coffee in my face! He laughs loudly, "I'm sorry for the outburst and for ruining your beautiful outfit. Next time don't ask a silly question when I'm enjoying drinking my coffee." He still laughs louder and crazily. What the hell! "Are you going to tell me or make fun of me?" I irritated spat on him while he still burst laughing. "Tame friend into a freak god of the jungle, nice one I can buy that!" He again laughs like a maniac! "Why are you always laughing?" I'm confused about him because there's nothing funny.

It was wild and crazy, like he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He laughed so hard that I started to feel scared. What was so funny about my question? When Adrian finally stopped laughing, he looked at me with eyes that seemed almost insane. “A good person?” he repeated. “You want to know if Lucan is a good person?” I nodded, even though his reaction was making me nervous.

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

"How about we play safer games going forward?" "Like what, like football?" he joked. "Anything but Twenty Questions."