Funny Questions To Ask People Novels & Stories

“Please don't ask negative questions, it brings negative vibes.” Now I had to laugh out loud, I mean who is this young woman “You do realize you’re in your late twenties right?” “Yes, I know my age, Anna.” She rolled her eyes at me. “Why do you keep asking me strange questions?” "I’m asking you strange questions because you talk like my grandma.” She raised one of her perfectly trimmed brows "Ha-ha very funny. Why don't you carry your lazy self over to the counter and do some cleaning before the customers start coming in.”

While they were busy chit-chatting, I could not help but feel flabbergasted as they could not stop praising me. They even wanted to meet me in person to ask about my side of the story as they can't believe wolves existed in New York City. "Umm... Excuse me, aunties?" I bent half of my body towards them. "Yes, young man?" Says the old man. "I'm so sorry to interrupt your conversation but, is it okay if I'm gonna ask a few questions?" I said back with a smile on my face. "Go on. But make it fast. We're almost late for work." The woman replied.

" He suddenly asks, breaking the comfortable silence we'd settled into. "Well, now that do have one more question to ask." "Ask away." "What's your favourite colour?" He laughs "Off all things possible to ask, that's what you want to know? "Yes," I say resolutely. I know it's a silly question to ask, but I really feel that it's the little things that you know about someone that helps you understand a person and eventually become closer to that person. To me, Max is that person. He is someone I want to know inside and outside.

I sighed. The line cracked, like he was moving around. "What do people do on their day off?" He asked, once the line cleared. "I tried asking the internet, but nothing it listed sounded like anything a normal person would be interested in." I hummed. "Well, normal people sleep in until like ten in the morning." "Yes, g****e had mentioned that, but like I said, that doesn't sound like anything a normal person would be interested in." "I guess I'm not normal then."

"Trust me, once he starts sharing facts, he doesn't stop." "I can stop." "You won't." "I won't." The table erupted into another round of laughter. It felt... effortless. Like we'd all known each other for much longer than a single morning. I continued flipping pancakes while the conversation bounced from one random topic to another. Elliot kept asking Jamey ridiculous questions just to hear his answers, and somehow my little brother always had one. "What animal sleeps the longest?" "Koalas." "Most bones?" "The python has around eighteen hundred."

"Do you consider yourself a fashionable person?" What does that have to do with being gay?!? (ꐦ °Д°) The following questions were a bunch of similar nonsense: "Do you like shopping? If you are going to a party, how long does it usually take you to get ready? Would you look into having body hair removed? On average, how long does it take you to do your hair in the mornings?" What kind of bullshit is this?? (°ㅂ°╬) Levi scrolled right through a sea of seemingly meaningless questions until his eyes landed on...

They all cheered but he was silent. "The third question, Do you have a boyfriend?" I wonder why she'll ask such a question. " No!" I muttered blatantly making sure he also heard. " Fourth question..." him again? " Sir, you can't ask more than…" he shot him a deadly glare, and everywhere went quiet. " Describe your ideal type?" He's asking such an absurd question. Aren't the question supposed to be work-related why personal life's now? I'll tell him what he wants to hear.

"No, I have asked 5." "Well, it feels like 100." "Because my questions make sense, you exhausted yours with stupid questions." Questions like; Have you ever thought of going blonde? What do you think about pizza? Do you smell your feet?. "I haven't exhausted my question, I have 2 more questions left." "How do you feel about death?" I asked. "Geez, are you trying to make me sad or what?" "Just answer, Creep." "Inevitable." I waited for him to add more to the known word.

That’s it. But if she’d stayed away from society, I don’t know if there would be much information for him to find. Furthermore, I’m clearly not an expert, but I have the feeling this is not considered romantic behaviours. But I never really ask questions. What do people ask? Full name, birthdate, blood type, medical history, living relatives, job experiences, and educations? Is ‘have you visited a mental institution in the last five years’, a good question, or is it ‘have you visited a farm in the last fourteen days’? I think the last one means something to airports, but I don’t have a bloody idea what that can be. Or is it more about favorite colours, and food, and movies, and such? She did

I said and she nodded. “Have fun”Mom said. “And probably take a step forward before coming back to this house”Keith said and I groan. “Well, how do you like the food?” I asked once we get to the restaurant and ordered. “It tastes amazing” She said. “So what do you think about the twenty questions game?” I asked and she frowns. “What is that?” She ask. “That where we ask each other questions about ourselves” I said. “Okay but what if am not ready to answer a question”