Novel & Cerita Funny Things To Say To People

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

He whispered and I nearly burst out laughing "I guess things will be interesting from now on" "Trust me little human, it's going to be more than interesting Ps, thank you so much for the reads ,votes and comments

"I am sorry; I didn't mean to call you uh-bitch. It just kind of, sort of came out and-" He laughed, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "It's okay. In fact even I can use it. Many people call me weird too." We are all a little weird in our own little weird way. That's what makes us different. I sighed, "Yeah sure. Wait! No. That's cheating, you can't steal my dialogue. Make one for yourself."

I wanted to say something smart, something funny, something that didn’t scream oh my God yes please ruin me. But all that came out was a shaky, “Okay.”

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

I was confused as to what she was meaning, having not been paying attention to the movie. “Why do people feel the need to act a certain way so people can laugh at them?” She tried again. “Oh, well I suppose they enjoy making people laugh.” I told her, turning my attention to the movie. “Why would someone want to be laughed at?” She questioned. “It isn’t because they are wanting them to laugh at them, most people do things to just get someone to laugh. It makes people feel good to know they brought joy into someone’s life.” I explained.

She's fun and funny and daring. Most people that I meet pretend to be people they are not just to please me. At first, it was annoying. But I got used to it with time. Money is the magnet of fake people. So I'm not used to running into real people. People who make jokes around me. Throw funny faces at me. People who propose stupid silly games. Stupid silly games that end with a stolen kiss. A stolen kiss that I enjoyed a little too much than I would like to admit. Everyone was shocked. But not as pleasantly shocked as I was.

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

_______________________________ Sometimes they are so funny, and annoying at the same time. What will you do, if you face people like gerald? Lemme know. Thank you for reading. Love you🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🥰🥰🥰🥰

I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite." Her reply was swift, "I remember that! You have the best laugh." I chuckled at her words, "Well, you have the best jokes. It's a perfect match." The conversation flowed effortlessly, a dance of words that mirrored the rhythm of our connection. As we continued chatting, the miles between us seemed to vanish. She shared anecdotes from her day, and I found solace in the sound of her virtual laughter. I couldn't help but tease her, "You know, our photos don't do justice to your laughter. I miss hearing it in person."