Novel & Cerita Funny Questions With Answers

“So, we each get to ask five questions and the other person has to answer truthfully. No passing, no lying. Just straight up truth.” “Mmmm. I like it. Let’s do it.” “Ok,” I say, pleased that he likes my idea. “So who goes first?” “Ladies first." “Well, thank you, kind sir. Let me think.” Taking a minute, I come up with a question. “Ok, question 1: Why do you like me?” “Ha!” Carter barks with laughter. “Straight for the jugular, huh?” “Yup,” I'm pleased that I've ruffled him for once.

You can start there. I nod slowly. “Finally, someone who makes sense.” Me: I’ll try this. Thanks. I exit the forum, then immediately type: ‘Random fun questions to ask a friend about themselves.’ Enter. My screen floods with suggestions, lists of icebreakers, “cute couple” quizzes, whole threads about date ideas, random memes sprinkled in. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. “Oh. That’s actually a good question. I’ll keep that.” Next scroll. “That’s funny… but if I ask it, will I sound weird?”

"We're hoping you'll find it funny and entertaining. Nerius squawked in encouragement, causing me to smile. “Um, what did the Griffon say when he walked into the bar?” I asked. “What?” Szan asked. “Ouch.” Only the Fiery Lynxes found that funny. Yeah this was going to be pretty rough. One after another we went up and told our funniest jokes and yet there was nothing. Not a chitter, a chuckle or even a snort from the Griffons. We were becoming hopeless.

Suddenly Sameera exclaimed in a jolly mood. "What will we play?" Sameer asked. "Umm. Let's play, Truth and dare." Puneet suggests. "No, it's have become old. Let's play something different." Naina spoke irritatedly. "For example?" Sameer asked raising his left eyebrow. "Umm. How about One question, one-answer game? After giving the answer, no one will ask any question related to that answer. The question can be anything. If he/she does not answer then she/he will have to eat one chili. Do you one to try this game?"

“Thank you for staying with us, Kath.” The game continued and it was one of the weirdest set of questions and dares I've ever encountered in my life. They would ask questions like ' do you know who invented the chalk?' or ' I dare you to act like the most popular person ever existed in this whole wide world. Weird but atleast...we're happy..

Anyone asking too many questions. Including me.

I asked. “Well, would you call it sneaking up, if you can already tell I'm coming, huh?” Okay, I have to give him this, he really knows how to throw a question back so perfectly well, it's annoying. “Buy seriously curious, how do you do that so easily, though?” he asked. “ And just why do you think I would answer that question ?” I asked, staring right at him with a smirk. “Ohh I wow, so this is what they call having a test of your medicine, huh,” he said as he let out a laugh.

"You think you're funny, Debbie? You think it's funny to come in here and disrupt everyone's study session?" Debbie's face transformed, her mask slipping to reveal her true emotions. "The only question that interests me is the first one," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. She paused, feigning deep thought, tapping her chin. "Who do I think I am?" She let out a cruel, mocking laugh, her friends echoing her like puppets on strings. "Isn't that an interesting question, girls?"

Jade “Let’s do another one!” the bartender yelled. “What has two feet and hops but can’t walk straight?” “Kangaroo!” I yelled. “Chicken with disabilities!” yelled Conan as I laughed. “That’s not a thing.” “Yes it is. I’ve seen one back at the pack. It was a funny sight. Little fella couldn’t walk.” We argued on and on about the answer and I won again. For almost two hours after the bartender had led us away from the beach, we had been in the bar playing a game of question and answer. It had been nice having to stay with someone that wasn't a werewolf but was an ordinary human.

Max had some liquor stashed in his car's trunk, so we've been playing Twenty-one Questions ever since we got here. In this edition, there are no forbidden questions, but none can be repeated. If we choose not to answer, we must take a sip from our bottle. I just wrapped up my eleventh question for Max, and he's just asked his. "With you," I reply with a poker face, and his eyes widen as he nearly chokes on the fiery alcohol. "You're fibbing," he eventually asserts as if it's common knowledge, and I can't help the laughter that escapes from deep within me.