Novel & Cerita Funny Weird Things To Say

Then: “I once spent a night rearranging every store sign to spell out bad puns. ‘Bluetooth’ became ‘Butt Loo.’ Nobody noticed for two days.” Callie laughed. “Oh my god. You’re worse than Marcus.” He leaned closer. “Your turn again.” And just like that, they slipped into it—half game, half confession booth. Some questions were funny. “What’s your weirdest impulse buy?” “A disco ball. For my cat.” Some were personal. “What did you want to be when you were a kid?” “A cartoonist. But I couldn’t draw hands.” Some were harder. “What’s the biggest thing you’re scared of?”

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.”

I need to keep my positive energy flowing, I don't need any negative energy now. Despite trying not to say anything, I found myself saying, "Fuck you." Before I turned around to leave, I can't believe someone would play such a dumb joke on me, this is annoying and unfair, well, it was a good way to stretch my legs and walk off my anxiousness...It all happened for the best. Just as I was about to take a step, I heard someone say, "Wendy." And due to the familiarity of the voice, I quickly turned to look at the person,

The whole thing was just a sick, twisted joke. "Hahaha... omg y'all are so so funny."

He said, spitting everything out in some bad laughter. Shit. What did this guy do? What was he even saying? So this was the reason? Absolutely silly.

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

I step two steps closer to him, “It's not like you to run your mouth when you know that you should shut the fuck up.” Then Summer comes up from behind, “Are you idiots making stupid jokes again?” “Why the fuck are you calling us idiots now?” Devan turns around as he faces her. “Cause daddy said you two are worse idiots than Beavis and Butthead.” “What the fuck does your dad know about Beavis and butthead?” “You want me to call you Laurel and Hardy then?” I only but burst out in hysterical laughter, “No, I prefer the one before. Mat has his head up his butt half of the time as it is.”

he continued, his voice now a conspiratorial whisper, "there's a legend that says if you find a four-leaf clover, you'll have good luck forever? I've spent countless hours searching for one, but they're rarer than you'd think!" Sebastian's tales of randomness flowed effortlessly, each anecdote a stepping stone away from the precipice of my anxieties. He regaled me with stories of peculiar cloud shapes that looked like mythical creatures, of quirky animal behaviors he'd observed during his childhood, and of the sheer absurdity of finding faces in everyday objects. It was as though he were constructing a whimsical tapestry of the mundane, weaving it into an enchanting distraction from the inex

, he said and I felt relieved to know someone knows and cares about my predicament. "Michael, you should sleep at your dad's office, are you ok", someone said tapping me as I slowly opened my eyes to see Brother Joe, who happened to be one of my dad's workers. I can't believe I just went into my imaginary world. I only imagined my dad lecturing me about my feelings, Oh Lord of Mercy, please guide my imagination realm', I said inwardly We only ended our conversation when I cited some of the reasons why I can be happy. He left only for me to be imagining a lecture in my head. 'I am weird', I mused.

“That bad?” “Everyone is annoying.” Marco snorted from across the table. Matias pointed his fork at him. “Especially people who think they're funny.” “I am funny.” “You're twenty-six and still play video games with a twelve-year-old.” “Exactly. That's why I'm funny.” Matias rolled his eyes before looking back at me. “Everyone suddenly acts weird in middle school.” I leaned forward. “Weird how?” “They care about everything.” I blinked. “That's very specific.”