Funny Ways To Say Yes Novels & Stories

he replied. I raised a curious eyebrow. I hadn’t expected him to say ‘yes’. I tried to think of what might be a good phrase and something I wouldn’t say by accident. I thought of quite a lot of random phrases and ideas, but most of them seemed kind of silly. Of course, keeping it sort of silly might make this idea work best. A small word or phrase to keep us smiling whenever I say it, instead of fighting. "Unicorn," I finally replied with a giggle. "And you better watch out or I’ll be saying that in front of your tough mafia buddies."

I used noodles since I didn't like the MC cussing. In fact, if the other person is sarcastic, a question can be responded with another inquiry. End of text.

With a mouth full of food he answered again in a funny Korea: "Aniyo" I erupted into laughter.. -------------------------------

“Oh man, burning poop!” “No, shit!” “Yes shit, dog shit.” “This is gonna be funny as hell.” “All we gotta do is get a stick, put dog poop in the bag. We close up the bag and pour a little lighter fluid on it, and light it. Then we ring the doorbell and run like hell.”

Annα sαid immediαtely‚ her voice chαnging‚ “αre you crying?” “No‚” I lied instαntly‚ then lαughed‚ α stupid forced lαugh thαt didn’t sound reαl αt αll. “I meαn yes‚ but not like thαt‚ I’m just emotionαl‚ you know how I get.” “Sαshα... ” Annα sαid αgαin‚ slower now‚ “αre you sure you’re okαy?”

For a moment, I realized I didn’t have a polished answer ready. “Because I like you,” I said simply, holding his gaze. It wasn’t calculated. It was the most honest thing I could give him right then. A crooked smile tugged at his lips, like he didn’t quite know what to do with that. Then he reached out and poked my arm, the gesture light and almost childlike in its innocence. “You’re funny, you know that?” he murmured, chuckling low. “How could someone like you…” His eyes drifted over me, up and down, hazy but appreciative. “...be interested in someone like me?”

"I didn't know anything." I answered. "Yeah, right." He replied. "Damn, right." I threw back. "Fuck, right." He threw back almost immediately. "That's right." I replied immediately. "Obviously right." He answered back, folding his hands before giving me a 'come on, let's here yours' look. "Absolutely right." I dropped out with an eye roll, a small smile breaking through my face. "Oof, I give up, savage." He announced with a laugh.

I started crying, and I shook my head, "Yes! I said in a whisper. Wade said, "What did you say?" I said Yes! I yelled it out. He smiled and got off his knees and yelled to the crowd, our family and friends, and strangers watching us. She said yes! My dad is funny! Yeah, we all know she yelled it out, and he said with his hands around his mouth like he had an intercom.

"Uh, yes, sir." "What?"

"Nice is the nice way to say boring." There he was again, attacking. "Guess we're fitting then. And no. Nice as in you can talk to him. He knows how to listen. And- and he's funny too." "I'm funny." I huffed. "Not really." his eyebrows shot up at my disagreement and I couldn't help a small laugh. "Sarcastic? Yes. But you're not funny, are you?" "If you mean I'm not a clown, then you're right. I'm not." he grumbled and now was my turn to roll my eyes at his grimacing expression.