Novel & Cerita Funny Questions To Ask People

Alexander I was stumped, I had no idea what to say. All I knew was that I was going to prove to them that I know fun things to do. "What do people do for fun?" I muttered to myself. "You don't know? You're certainly not a fun person. "Hmmm. We could go see a concert or a movie." I said. "How is that fun?" She asked. "People enjoy that sort of thing." "To some it is. It's just not fun to me." She countered. "You don't know what's fun? That's no surprise. You don't have to try proving anything."

After hearing that he chose truth, Vermont even volunteered to draw the question for him. He randomly picked a piece of paper from the box of questions. Then, he read it and said, "When was your first time having sexual intercourse with the opposite sex?" A burst of teasing whistles could be heard as soon as Vermont asked that question. Obviously, most of the guests were intrigued by that question. They were all adults, and it would only be right for them to ask thrilling questions like that. Keegan swept his gaze across Vermont. "Show me the paper." Vermont crumbled up the paper and was about to throw it away. "Why would I lie to you?"

The women laugh so I do as agreed and close my eyes, I reach out my hand and point my finger and move it from side to side and stop when I think I should and that person will ask the question, when my arm freezes in place I open my eyes and am faced with one of my cousins and she celebrates with a shrug that she will be the one asking the question. "Where did the bride and groom meet?" my cousin asks, and my sister rolls her eyes at the ease of the question. "At work" my friend replies without even thinking. She actually made a list of possible questions and had me answer them all by video call when I told them the dynamics of the game, they all peppered me with questions until I was full fr

Ah, I will call Annie. Start dialing Annie's number. Ring. Ring. "Hello, what's up,?" Annie from the other line. "Hi, Annie. Are you busy? Can I ask you a question?," I said, quite hesitant. "Yeah, I'm free now. What is it?" she replied. "Please don't laugh at me and please don't ask me any question. I just need your answer. Okay?" I requested. "Yeah, sure. Okay. What is it?" Annie sounding puzzled.

“Uh oh. Let’s hear it.” “I feel like there’s a lot about you I don’t know these days. And I want to fix that. So why don’t we play a game of twenty questions.” He raises an eyebrow and folds his arms. “I get to ask you things too?” “Yeah, of course.” “Okay then. Deal.” I grin, pleased with the success. “Okay, tell me about your travels.” “That’s not a question,” he points out. I stick my tongue out at him. “What’s the most interesting place you’ve ever been to?”

He answers, returning the quesions. "Mine is purple, but I also like blue." I answer, then I ask "What is your favorite dinner food?" We keep talking as we drive, our questions vary from trivial to personal. Some questions just get a basic answer like what is your favorite time of year? Others get a more detailed answer, like what is your biggest regret?

“You know, Ruby, we learned a joke yesterday. Want to hear it?” I nod eagerly, intrigued by the joke that has captured their attention. “Alright,” Ethan begins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why don’t grumpy people like corn on the cob?” Playing along, I pretend to ponder the question. “Hmm, I’m not sure. Why don’t they?” “Because they think it’s ‘a-maize-ing’ that anyone could be happy!” Ethan bursts into laughter, and soon, the infectious giggles spread throughout the room.

Guess I'd start it then. I sneaked a glimpse of him to see that he was so concentrated on the one plate he was drying. “Hey. How about we do twenty questions?” “What's that?” My eyes widened in shock, and I held a soapy hand on my chest. “What? Are you telling me you've never heard of twenty questions? Every young person knows it, even the old ones. That's not true.” “I'm not like everyone else. And I don't relate with humans, so it's perfectly normal not to know. It sounded childish anyway.” He continued rinsing and drying, leaving me with my mouth hung open and eyes still wide as a saucer.

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

Camilla narrows her eyebrow at me and laughs, “Seriously, we just answered like a hundred questions in there.” I let out a small chuckle as I swipe my screen to prevent the phone from locking. “They are not educational, just a few questions for fun.” I tell her and he nods slowly. I look back to my phone and clear my throat, “Would you rather drink water for six days straight or anything but it has to have a little spit in it.” Camilla snorts, “Spit clearly.” “Yea,” I giggle. “I guess we do drink spit when kissing.”