Getting To Know You Funny Questions Novels & Stories

“Exactly. You had the board game, didn’t you? What kind of questions do they ask?” “Why?” I say, puzzled. “We’re doing a Couples’ Quiz contest. Are the questions hard?” “Hard? No! They’re just fun. Silly things. Basic stuff that couples know about each other.” “Ask me some.” Lottie sounds a bit tense. “Give me some practice.” “Well, OK.” I think for a moment. “What kind of toothpaste does Ben use?” “Don’t know,” says Lottie after a pause. “What’s his mother called?” “Don’t know.”

"What is it that is going through your mind." "Nothing, just that, we are mates and there still feels like there's a lot I don't still know about you." I tell him. "Okay. We should do something about that." He says, his eyes fixed on the road. "How about we play twenty questions?" I ask, grinning. "What's that?" "I ask you twenty questions and you ask me twenty questions," I explain "and we have to answer all the questions honestly." "That seems interesting." He says after a few seconds of silence.

I don't say anything, just clink my glass with his and take a sip of the drink. "How do you know this place?" I continue with the questions. "I know the owner." "Ugh, seriously?" I roll my eyes. Is there a person he doesn't know? "What's up with the questions?" "I just want to get to know you better, I guess," I shrug. "Hmmm, alright. Let's play a game. We'll ask each other one question at a time and we'll have to answer honestly." "How would I know if you're lying?"

It's even more fun when I know where we're going, maybe he will take me to a banana fa— hehe kidding Maybe it's a surprise Surprise my @ss! If it's a surprise, you should still say it for me to be more excited! Would you still call it a surprise when you already know? Yes! You really talk a lot— "Are you happy?" "You're a buffalo!", I shouted in shock because he suddenly asked me a question while I'm thinks I of something "Huh?", He really looks like a buffalo! Go talk with yourself! "What?", He was annoyed, bored waiting for my answer

“You know that is not the answer you are supposed to give? Karen, you can talk to me about anything you know that right?” She hummed in response not saying anything. I thought of the best way to break the ice. “Random questions.” My wolf suggested. I snapped my finger in delight. “Okay, I think I know how we can get you in the mood. Let’s ask random questions while we share the whiskey.” Karen furrowed her brows. “How does that work?” “Just ask whatever comes to mind.” “Okay. So do you think you will ever be happy with Mark?” She asked.

it's hurting my feelings” You know what let's play a game. It's called How much do you know about your best friend “Seems like a nice game, I'm going to win though” “Is that so? If you don't know the answer you'll just have to drink some more” “Agreed” *I'll ask first, what was your best friend doing last night?” That's a tough question. I thought you were going to ask her favourite colour or something. Plus we're having a little break in transmission but we'll fix it soon—

He should as well have a cold shower than having to play a question and answer game he remembered playing when he was 5 with a hard-on. "Please," she pleaded pouting and because he was a fool and had a weakness that started with M, he settled back. "So, you are to answer a question in the next five seconds then ask a question back. Anyone who takes more than five seconds, before they blurt out answers loses." Xavier nodded in agreement asking her to go first. "Favorite pizza topping?" "Pepperoni." He smiled, "Favorite colour?" "Black." He chuckled not believing her choice of favorites as he had expected her to go for pink or yellow, something girly. "Where have you always wanted to visit?"

The women laugh so I do as agreed and close my eyes, I reach out my hand and point my finger and move it from side to side and stop when I think I should and that person will ask the question, when my arm freezes in place I open my eyes and am faced with one of my cousins and she celebrates with a shrug that she will be the one asking the question. "Where did the bride and groom meet?" my cousin asks, and my sister rolls her eyes at the ease of the question. "At work" my friend replies without even thinking. She actually made a list of possible questions and had me answer them all by video call when I told them the dynamics of the game, they all peppered me with questions until I was full fr

He sighed again as he tutted, “I do not see what you are trying to accomplish.” I threw my hands up in defeat, “Okay, another question. What is my favorite color?” Ford looked baflwed, “what is this nonsense?” “Who am I closer to? My dad or my mom?” He didn’t answer, so I fired another round of questions, “what are my grandparents called? Which one is my favourite? Who is my best friend? What food do I hate? What food is my favorite? Oh… Last one… What have I been doing for the last couple of weeks to help this pack?”

"Twenty Questions? What's that?" "It's a game where we each take turns asking each other a question, and we have to answer truthfully," I explained. "It's a fun way to get to know each other better." Margot hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I'm in," she said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. I started with a light-hearted question to ease the tension. "What's your favorite thing to do in your free time?" A smile crept onto Margot's face as she replied, "I love spending time with my family and friends, especially my younger sister. We used to have so much fun together."