Funny Questions To Ask Friends นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"So what? Tell them I was slaughtering a chicken for the party and see who questions it" *******************************************

she added. How come we both do not have an answer to the same number? Being friends for years made our brain cells work the same. Is this what they call "what are friends are for?" "Ask Steven. He seems to know the answer." Shiela said, pointing at Steven using her mouth. "Wait, I will try to ask him." I said and walked towards his chair. I am somewhat shy about asking him. We don't really interact with each other inside our classroom. But I think we are friends already. He won't ask me how often to go with him to the library if he is uncomfortable with me, right?

I followed him to his car, and once we were both in, he turned on his car engine and drove to I don't know where. "Do you like comedy?" He asked, and I looked at him as if he had grown two heads. "I don't know!" That was all I told him. I mean, I didn't know what to say. The question seemed out of context. A weird silence consumed us for a while before he asked again. "What do you think about Deadpool?" "What is wrong with you?" I answered his question with another question. "I mean, what's with the weird questions?" He chuckled before he added,

We exchanged a brief nod of acknowledgment, both knowing that we were about to embark on a quest for truth. Approaching the elderly couple, the young man offered a polite smile, his voice tinged with polite inquiry. "Hello, I'm a close friend of the family. I must admit, I'm a little surprised to see you here. Could you enlighten me on your connection to my friend?" he asked and then all of a sudden the three of them burst into a casual and playful laugh “What the fuck?”

But sometimes, it was fun to be with them since they liked to have me around as I cracked dirty and silly jokes and always kept them entertained. Ian was awkwardly standing behind me when each of my friend present there, started to ask me a series of questions which were as follows-- "So what's going on lately?" "Why didn't you meet us?" "BITCH, WHERE WERE YOU?" "Oh, so you got those two hot older dudes as friends now. Whom are you dating?" "What happened to the pimple on your left butt cheek?" "Where are you going for college?" "Guys?" I called out to them calmly, but that didn't work. They went on and on and I desperately wanted to seal their mouths shut with duct tapes. Or throw them unde

"But I think you are a good company. Can I ask for something?" "What?" "CAN I BE YOUR FRIEND?"

Anything can change that plan. All right, that is enough about me and my life. I want to know about you. When is your birthday? What is your favorite color? Favorite animal? Favorite food? Favorite sport or hobby? Tell me everything, please! I hope to hear back from you soon. Your friend, Haven Kenway

I didn’t mean to be rude but he was acting like a bore right now and there were more important things to talk about than the size of a drainage hole at the bottom of a plant pot. “What?” “Have you ever dated anyone before?” The question clearly caught him off guard. “Uh…” “We’re friends, right?” I asked. He looked around uneasily before responding. “I guess.” “Great. It’s okay for friends to ask this about one another so don’t be uncomfortable about it. Have you ever kissed anyone before, Anderson?” If he was drinking coffee, he would have spluttered it out by now. His eyes were so wide and his face so red I started to see the reason why he and Tony were friends.

"Good. Now, I've been dying to interrogate you and I think now we're officially friends, I can." "We're officially friends, are we?" I laugh at her beaming smile and excessive nodding, twisting so I'm facing her, my arm lying along the back of the sofa. "Ok, so what do you want to do, twenty questions? I get to ask them too." "Ooo deal. I'm going first. Ok." She bites her bottom lip, scrunching up her face while she thinks. "Ok, um… have you really already got children?" "What?" I burst out laughing, shaking my head at the absurdity of what she's just asked. "No way, where did that even come from?"

"You think this is a joke? The way he asked, even made me laugh, but I decided not to laugh, but I was greatly amused. "You are really funny, the way you sound tells me a lot about you". I told him truthfully. "But for real, I have not been able to think straight since yesterday. I mean, I have never met any one, who is so interested in her friend, that she even knows things that his so called girlfriend doesn't know". Somehow, I was begining to feel like he wanted to hear something from me, but I only ended up laughing. I will like to have a friend like you. Please can you be my friend? He asked, and I didn't know how to answer, but it was a plain question, which needs a plain answer, so I