Funny Woody Meme Novels & Stories

His numbers weren’t as neat or as evenly placed as Aaron’s, but they would do. “Well, I hope that little experiment ends up being worth it,” Alex said from his sentinel position near the opening of the tunnel where the others were sitting. “Me, too,” Elliott agreed as Jamie healed him, and he handed Aaron Van’s knife back. “This takes, ‘Charlie bit my finger,’ to a whole ‘nother level.” Dax and Brandon snickered, and Brandon tossed out there, “You’re so lame, Dad. That’s the oldest meme around.” “It’s not a meme. It’s a YouTube video,” Elliott replied, sinking down onto the ground next to his son.

Oh, come on, I'll keep my word tomorrow, but today is a fantastic time for me to tease her, so please allow me to make the most of it. I disregarded my subconscious. "What do you mean?" She cast perplexed glances in my direction. "Mrs. Woods, you are such a forgetful person. Do not forget that you are on a diet and will only consume fresh fruits and vegetables." "Yes, you are entirely correct." She answered in a quiet voice. As soon as I saw the look on her face, I started giggling uncontrollably. "Why are you currently laughing?" She gave me another bewildered look. "Because it's healthy to laugh."

I mumbled with my mouth full of food. "Forget it." "Why?" "You're disgusting," I did all that on purpose. It's a thank you for playing with a hungry me. "Go work," I giggled drinking my juice. I really don't know what to do...I'm bored now. WTD: I've got a surprise for you. Does this guy still exist? What surprise does he have for me this time!? Can't I just get a freaking break for like a whole year maybe? Wood The Dick!

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and gasped, “Okay, okay, okay! No more Archie names!” He stopped. But I couldn’t help myself. “…Richie Rich?” The tickling started again, with me alternately shrieking and screaming out cartoon character names – “Mr. Magoo! Yogi Bear! Boo Boo! Huckleberry Hound!” – until I was a crying, laughing mess. “Stop, stop!” I screamed, and he stopped immediately. I wiped the tears from my eyes. And, I swear to God, I couldn’t stop. “…Woody Woodpecker?”

"Is that how you plan to thank me?" I froze for a moment. He chuckled lightly and casually patted my head, a gesture more fitting for comforting a child. "That’s unnecessary. Even if it wasn’t for your brother, I’d still help you if it were your issue." "Why?" I asked, still baffled. Miles winked at me. "Have you forgotten? I’m your Woody." I was completely lost. Miles didn’t seem inclined to explain further. After a few more pleasantries, he left the room.