Funny Questions To Ask People Novels & Stories

" Uhhh... Maybe Yes." " Oh, I'm Sorry! Wrong Answer. When a cow laughs, Ice cream comes out of her nose. You do not win any tickets." Peter laughed then hung up I laughed heartily at that " It was... Hysterically funny!!" He was giggling heartily as holding his stomach " I can imagine his face!" " Poor guy took that question seriously." I laughed more " Yep, another one." We called some other people and made fun of them until this least " Hey!" A woman replied

--- "Who is funnier?" Without much thought, I write "me"! Ethan is always smiling next to me, talking about how much fun I am and I can get the best smiles out of him. "Show your answers."--- Alex asks. We turn our plates over together, smiling even more as we see that the answers are the same. "I am the funniest person in the world, correct?"--- I ask Ethan who agrees with a sappy smile. Our inside jokes, which although no one knows, are too funny for both of us.

"But just incase you change your mind and you get interested you can uhm-" "Oh thank you but we're not gonna change our mind, thanks", Asher said. The man nodded and awkwardly left. We bursted into laughter. "Did he just ask us for a threesome?", Asher asked shocked. "A random man? like you just walk up to random men and ask them for a threesome? is that real?", I asked laughing. "You know the funniest thing yeah? people actually agree ", he said. "This world is crazy ", I said and we laughed about it.

Minghao gaped as soon as he heard him. ‘I’m a man to her?’ Minghao asked this repeatedly in himself. There are seven reasons why people ask questions. First, they just wanted to know the answer. Second, they are testing the person they are asking. Third, they accused the person. Fourth, to impose a delay. Fifth, to express disagreement. Sixth, to exert power. And seventh, to make a statement. But when Eugene asked him the question, Minghao wasn’t sure about his intention for asking; it was as if he’s asking for Minghao to know the answer that he, himself, isn’t aware of.

I continued trying to anticipate his question . “What do you like to do in your spare time?” Alex asked me after a while, he chose to ask a easy question like I did. “Well I love to travel… and to read..” I told him excited. My outburst made him smile. “What about you, what do you like to do” I quizzed him. He started laughing and I give him a question look before I figure out the answer on my own. I pouted my mouth disappointed and that made him laugh loudly.

she groaned in frustration "You see why I say you are no fun? Can't you just stop with your life for a second and just have fun? Being too serious all the time is really no fun" "What game do you want to play?" She asked me casually not minding giving me a benefit of doubt for the moment. "I ask you twenty questions and you do the same got it?" "So it's a question and answer stuff?" She looked at me like I was crazy "Yes. So I start" "So your favorite color?" Great! Of all things to think of asking, she decided to ask about colors which to me sounded weird. "Blue" "Why Blue though" she asked staring at me with curiosity; this was the first time I would be seen her curious about a thing.

Jane- Screw you. Hunter- Lol… let’s play a game. Hunter- Twenty questions. You in? Jane-Why do I hate this game already? Hunter- You’re hilarious. Hunter- I’ll start… Where’s the craziest place a guy has ever kissed you? Jane- Wow. It’s that kind of game we’re playing? Hunter- What kind of questions did you think I was going to ask you? Your favourite food? Or perhaps your favourite colour? Jane- I do not appreciate your sarcasm.

“That is the beginning.” Imani writes in her notebook. “What if she says fine?” she says. “Ask her again in a different way,” I say. “People say fine because it is efficient. It is the answer that closes the conversation. Ask a question that cannot be closed with fines.” “Like what?” she says. “Like what did you want to be before everything else happened?” I say. “Like, what is the thing you do that makes you forget what time it is. Like, what would you change if you knew it would work?” I pause. “Questions that require an actual answer.”

He asked. “Well,” I said. “It's not about whether or not you ask questions as much as how polite you are when asking them. Getting too personal with someone you don’t know is a recipe for foul things to come. Ask her about her favorite color, what kind of music or food she likes, and if she chooses to share something that's one thing. However, don't pry. If she shows you something she can do, you can ask, but I don't want you boys bombarding her about all of the things you wonder if she can do because I don't even think she has all the answers and it’s rude." I told them.

he emphasized. Suddenly, I felt stupid, " umm...I think I should start questioning my childhood" I scratched my head and scrunched my nose up in thoughts. He chuckled, " you're strange" and I smiled, " I'm about to ask a very strange question" I gave him a heads up which he replied by squinting his eyes. I asked, " tight fitting shirts or baggy shirts?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him. He tilted his head and gave me a suspicious look, " why are you asking?"" It's none of your business...just answer" I mirrored his smirk.