Funny This Or That Questions Novels & Stories

I say, sending in a list of get to know you dating questions. Thane goes through the long pile of questions, a chuckle breaking off his lips while he reads through. “Okay, this is good. But why does it have lots of nasty questions” he asks, lifting his eyes up. “I just placed a balance of sexual and emotional questions” I blurted out, not really wanting to let out the truth of its originator, but that seems to already be on the table. My hands shield cover my face. Thanes stare isn't exactly innocent, but a mix of slutty and amazement. I guess no one really knows what's in your brain, until you let it off.

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We were happy. So happy that I pulled the car off the motorway at the wrong junction and headed for Woolhope. They didn’t notice at first, too engrossed in a game of ‘what would you rather?’ Would you rather eat a donkey’s penis or take a cracked rib? Would you rather fuck Billie elish or Zendanya? Would you rather have no sex for the rest of your life or ten hours sex every day for the rest of your life? Would you rather die now, or never at all, not for the rest of time?

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

“Ok, so then what is your biggest turn-on? Non-sexually, of course.” “Of course,” Carter says, warmth in his tone. “I would say, a sense of humor. I like someone that can make me laugh. Which you do.” “Ok.” I do a little happy wiggle on my bed. “Last question: What is something about you that you’ve never told anyone?” “Oh, and I’m supposed to tell you?” Carter says, disbelievingly. “Of course. That’s the game,” I say, smugly. “Doesn’t have to be anything huge. Just something that you haven’t told anyone before.”

"Okay... Weird. But okay. I was expecting something like the Bryant park... But okay." The girl giggled again and Ashley sighed. Was she an idiot? The girl turned to her right and asked the person after her his question. Like that, the 21 questions went on before it finally came to an end once it was 21 persons that participated. "Let's play This or That!" The person after the last player of the game, "21 Questions" suddenly grinning. "Sure! You get to start." "Okay, A Surprise or A Planned party?" "Surprise!" Everyone yelled before they laughed at each other.

“Your turn to ask a question.” He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Alright. What’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever done?” “Oh God,” Sophia groaned, covering her face with her hand. “This is going to be embarrassing.” “That’s the point,” Jenny said with a mischievous grin. Jacob raised an eyebrow at me. “Come on, brother. Spill it.” I shrugged. “I’ve lived a long time. Hard to pick just one thing.” “Oh, come on,” Sophia said, nudging me. “There has to be something.”

"If I had a favorite colour, that would be black and don't try to make a speculation or interrogate me a little father. Why is your favourite colour your favorite colour?" A killer way to enquire two questions in one. Score one for Mokunfayo Badmus.

“Well, we are playing a game of 100 questions. You drink if you can't answer.” That's a dangerous one. What if they find out its mu sister that I have brought here. In fact, I have completely forgotten about the difficult situation we are in when I invited Tina over but it was more of a consolation since Tina and Manny don't stay in our city so it would be hard or close to impossible for them to find out anything. “You're next, Jack. How long have you ever had sex for?” “Oops…Tina, that was rather a direct shot.” Manny said and they all laughed as if there was something that I was missing on.

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.