Gumball Stupidity Novels & Stories

Dumb right? I bumped into someone when I took the next turn sending their drink flying out of their hand, and all over my shirt. I reached for her hand to hold her steady, she almost slipped. “Oh, my God, you have no idea how sorry I-” The woman did not even let me land. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING? ARE YOU STUPID, OR DUMB, OR JUST PLAIN BLIND?”

Allan exclaimed wryly. Tom turned his head with a deadly glare, "Only then will you admit I'm smart! I-I don't know! My brain is stuck this time! You just think of a way out of it! This alone has made me shocked! Why are you so stupid, Allan?!" Tom was visibly annoyed by his friend's stupidity. Allan stood up and walked over to his best friend and squatted next to him, "Help me, Tom! What should I do? I can't even look that girl straight in the eye right now!"

I felt incredibly bored. I had given Joan a call to hang out but she wasn’t chanced to meet today. I didn’t have any scene to shoot, Caden was still in his office, still choked up with work. Not having anyone to talk to, I walked to the lobby and started throwing darts at the dartboard. I just kept missing the shot. “You can’t even get a single dart in.” That voice came from behind me. I gulped as all the hair rose on my neck.

I suddenly saw my reflection in his arrogant eyes as nothing but a pitiful, stray mongrel he decided to give his leftover scraps to. Then, without further thought, he shoved me toward the door, meaning to tell me to get a cab back home instead. Just then, Eva suddenly ran over to us. "Mr. Garner! Ms. Castro—" While running toward me, she deliberately "failed" to stop herself and crashed right into me. A split second later, I felt her forcefully push me off the stairs so that I'd tumble all the way down to the ground. I bumped myself into several steps and even scraped and cut myself on them. Finally, I tumbled and landed with a heavy plop into a roadside ditch.

Then I had a sudden realization and brought my head out, staring at my door, "Wait." My hands traveled down to my pants. I patted my pockets and felt a bump on one of the back ones. I sighed and pulled them out, "Same situation." "Every." "Single." "Time." I slapped my forehead repeatedly and shoved the key into the keyhole, "You are the dumbest person alive. To ever exist in the universe. I swear to god." I muttered to myself. Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist,

This immediately pisses Dominic off and he snaps back, “The last time I checked you were the Three Stooges.” “Which,” Joseph says as he just can’t help himself, “It makes you a bit dumber than us.” Anthony is the first to protest, “You are so dumb you just called yourself dumb.” Dominic only continues to snap back, “What do they say, it takes one to know one.” “Did your lame ass just come up with that?” Mathew asks. “At least I have an ass.” “That is about all you got going for you.” “At least I got something going. You probably have not seen a pussy for years.”

"You are not fine. But you're going to be, because we're about to do something stupid and fun and I'm not taking no for an answer." The something stupid and fun turned out to be a vintage arcade two blocks over, the kind with sticky floors and a broken air hockey table and a claw machine Jane insisted was rigged in our favor if you hit it at the right angle. I lost four dollars in quarters finding out she was wrong. She won a small, extremely ugly stuffed frog on her first try and held it up like a trophy, grinning so wide her whole face creased. "His name is Gerald," she announced. "You're not allowed to make fun of him."

His black hair was mussed, tongue out with focus as if they’d been at this for a while. “What the hell is that?!” Gavin threw his hands up in exasperation. “It looks like a deformed potato!” I couldn’t help but giggle, pressing my hand to my mouth. Edwin looked up at the sound, beaming at me. In that moment of distraction, Gavin shouted out another guess. “A llama!” Edwin shook his head, and the buzzer went off. “It was a pig,” Edwin huffed, throwing the marker up in the air so hard that it hit the ceiling.

I shoot back, Ruby rolls her eyes. "Whatever, if you want to play martyr for your grandma and end up in prison, go ahead. But when I’m sitting on a beach in Cancun with a mojito in one hand and a hot cabana boy in the other, don't come crying to me. Cause I’ll be laughing my tits off at your stupidity.” Stupidity. That’s the word that echoes through my head. I’m the brain trust that thought hitting a man with a wine bottle would teach him some manners, and now he’s… dead.

"That's..." "Eighty!" "There isn't a single big tile, but all the numbers he has added up to exactly eighty!" "That one more than the Gambling Prodigy!" "That's impossible!" Julius was thunderstruck, so much that his mind went blank. He clutched his chest as his anger reached an unimaginable height. He collapsed to the ground, and began shouting hysterically. "How is this possible?! Where did a gambling master like you come from?! No one has ever beaten me in Rummikub! W-Why… How did you…?!"