Gandalf Meme Novels & Stories

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.

one commentar said. “Finally! I knew it was bound to happen sooner rather than later.” Another person posted a meme of Xander on the ice but with a ring instead of a puck. I was overjoyed by the support and positive remarks. But then everything turned sour, I should have known it was too good to be true. The negative comments started trickling in, one after the other. “Cougar alert! She’s too old for him. #GoldDigger” from some anonymous account.

Now that Jeremy mentioned it, his hands went up to his cheeks and wiped away the tears. "I..." Yet Jeremy didn't give him a chance to explain. Glaring as if he was up for murder, he turned to Mathew. "Did you make him cry, Gandalf?" Mathew snapped. "Who are you calling Gandalf, you blockhead!" "Old lady." Jeremy sneered. Right then Leah giggled again. "Is that Jay's grandma?" While Mathew felt so attacked, he was about to cry, Jake started laughing.

Translucent, fragrant, and sweet-smelling. Charlie: “Try this grape for me. Tell me if it’s sour. I don’t like sour grapes. This matters to me—it’ll be enough to repay your debt.” Candice quickly ate it. She had mentally prepared for sweetness to hit her hard. Instead… it was sour enough to become a meme. What kind of demon grape was this? “Is it sweet?” Charlie asked sincerely. Candice’s head hurt from the sourness. “...Sweet! Super sweet! Really, I swear!”

“Mr. Clemmings, did you really look through the documents submitted” “Yes”, he snaps defensively. “I somehow doubt that”, I say. “Me too”, says Gabe as he snorts through his laughter too. “Do you two think this is funny?”, he questions as I’m laughing so hard I’m crying. “Yea”, chokes out Gabe. “Oh my God, you can’t seriously think Lala and Gabe are married”, says Meme through her own laughing fit. When the teacher looks at the three of us in a state of hysteria, Meme bursts out, “oh my God, he does”.

A warrior from Golden Continent laughed and said, "This person must be trying to make a name for himself by doing this, but he's only going to embarrass himself. Just look at the expressions on those country bumpkins' faces. "This is so hilarious. All of them are so embarrassed right now. They want to pull him back, but this guy looks like a complete idiot that wouldn't care about what others say. He wants to become a hero like this, how funny! This is great, though, Gale will get four million spirit crystals for free!"

as she thought. “I heard it was another quitter?” said a short man beside him. He looked like he was the same age as Gray. He was bald with tattoos—like a failed attempt at a carbon copy of Ronald. Gray had already nicknamed him Fakey McBaldy in her head. “Ah,” intoned Gollum. “Abram?” “You think?” responded Fakey McBaldy. “Yeah, that dude had always been such a wussy. It’s about time he’d go and kick the bucket.”

Bo breathed deeply, admiring his partner as he did. “Well, what can I tell you? Life in the wide world goes on much as it has in this past age, full of its own comings and goings, scarcely aware of the existence of Hobbits,” Oscar pauses. “For which I am very thankful.” The smaller man lifts his hand, setting it on the side of Bo’s face and trailing his fingertips through his hair. Bo turns his head, kissing Oscar’s palm softly. “Gandalf the Gray. Eight minutes and fifty five seconds into the Fellowship of the Ring.” Bo mumbles the words against Oscar’s palm.

Huh! Darryl had also completely lost his patience. He took a step forward and said coldly, "Gandalf, you are quite a well-known person. Don't you feel ashamed to use a woman as a shield?" "F*ck you!" Gandalf's face changed; he could not help but yell, "Who are you? You think you are qualified to teach me a lesson?" In the past few years, Gandalf had become the infamous villain in the Roland continent. He had many subordinates who served him faithfully. He was quite a big shot.

He rolled his eyes and started to get out the needles. "Oh yeah, I forgot. My bad." I nodded at him. He just looked at me for a sec before we both burst into laughter. "Oh my go- That was-" Laughed some more. "Hilarious. I mean- Gandalf's grandson?" "God I miss you kid." He wiped a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye. "Me too Danny, me too." I said back. And I do, I really do. This was my sense of normalcy.