Grumpy Cat Funny Memes Novels & Stories

"Make it punchy, Carlin. We're not just serving tea here." Carlin rolled her eyes but followed his advice, weaving words that ignited curiosity and sparked outrage. Vasky, in his element, enhanced the content with his signature memes. As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." ‌

Nathan’s trying to drag him down while Mason just films the whole thing, cackling, live-streaming it to the girls back home. I’m on the floor at this point, I tried to stand, laughed too hard, and ate shit. My stomach hurts from laughing, but it’s the good kind of pain. Then someone says something, and just like that, she’s back, flooding my brain, my blood, every cell. One hour of peace. That’s all I got. Groaning, I haul myself up, gripping the table for dear life. “Oh look, Grumpy’s back!” Theo hollers from his tabletop throne.

"They're having raw meat today. The cat really likes it." When the people online saw the video of my cat eating raw meat and eggs while my dog gnawed on a bone, they absolutely lost it. "She has money to feed animals but not her own mother?" "I can tell just by looking at her face that she's a selfish person!" "Your mom should've abandoned you when you were born!" I replied to that comment, "She definitely should have. It's too bad she couldn't bring herself to do it since I was still useful to her."

Anything for a laugh – honestly, it’s like currency in our little group. “I don’t know...” Kate murmured, already retreating into that overly responsible corner of her brain. “Oh, come on. It’s not like you’re studying for an entry exam to Yale,” I said, letting a little irritation slip into my voice. She gave me a deadpan look. “You don’t know my life.” “Girl, your life is memes, sarcasm, and occasionally passing math.” “Fine,” she groaned, caving at last. “Good girl.” I winked like a smug aunt handing out wine at a family dinner.

His eyes looked at Feli strangely. "Smoke can also come from something cold, like you." "You—" "I was just joking, sir," Feli interrupted as her new employer's face was already red like a rotten tomato with anger. Feli smacked her own lips, as her mouth was not cooperating well. 'What's wrong with my mouth?! Was this mouth created with no brakes? If the Grumpy One throws me out, what will happen?' "Mister, I'm really joking—" "M****a!" The man walked back towards Feli, then immediately sat on the side of the bed while grabbing the soup spoon Feli was holding.

Besides, I was enjoying this a little too much. Grumpy asshole: No! Grump asshole: I'm not done with you yet. I bit back a smile, typing out a reply. Me: so what do you want? Grumpy asshole: If only you had two good arms.. Would have loved to watch you fuck yourself while I fuck my fist. Fuck. Masturbating together? Why was that image so hot? But… Me: you specifically told me NOT to touch myself. Grumpy asshole: It's different when I make you do it. Doesn't count.

I rolled my eyes and was about to walk him through the power points of a backhand flick when my hand slipped and hit the sticker beside it. A "Peppa Pig bawling her eyes out" sticker went through. My stomach dropped. It was a sticker I used all the time on my main account, totally at odds with the cold, ruthless tactics-genius image of IceTyrant. The other end went silent for a full minute. "Master... did you get hacked?" I quickly hit unsend. "My cat stepped on it." "So even a legend like you keeps a cat! That's adorable! I'm buying you the best cat treats money can buy and shipping them tomorrow!"

"She gets kinda grumpy when she doesn't eat enough meat, but other than that, she's a pussycat." I growled because that was going a bit too far.

Leo pokes his stuffed cat and laughs when it falls over. "Is that a silly kitty, Leo?" "Papa he VERY silly kitty." Bright smiles and rubs his tummy gently, knowing constipation and stomach pains has been an issue for Leo the past couple of days even if Leo has refused to ask for help or voice his discomfort. Leo continues to play with Church, relaxing under his papa's touch. "Darling I hate to distract you from your playtime but how are your stomach?" "Umm... This many!" Leo holds up all fingers and Ash smiles.

I couldn't chance opening my mouth for fear that I'd decorate all of us with ickiness. No idea, Hols. I don't know, Stretch. Three for three, cheeks. Just try something. For the love of all the stars, just try something, Grumpy said. I feel like someone's taken steel wool to my insides and trying to shave me down to nothing. My lips curled up in a snarl at the idea of someone causing one of my mates pain. They were mine. Mine to protect. To love. To cherish. To guard. Mine. Shirts off. Now.