Gumball Stupidity Novels & Stories

Even Mom, exhausted from another sleepless night, broke into an unrestrained chuckle, wiping her eyes as though laughter itself was medicine. Tshepo, in his battle with gambling, discovered that distraction was his greatest weapon. He turned to cooking, though his “recipes” quickly became a family inside joke. One night, he proudly announced he had invented a dish called Gamble-Free Stew. It was supposed to be a simple beef stew, but somehow he managed to forget the beef. “It’s conceptual,” he insisted when Gail teased him. “You just have to imagine the meat. Less calories, more creativity.” The table erupted in laughter, the kind that made their stomachs ache and erased the heaviness, even

"... [I knew you were stupid, but I didn't know you were that stupid! What I mean is, all misunderstandings will keep you locked up forever. From then on, all you did was think about things you didn't understand, and until now you're still trapped in this place without being able to open the damn door.] ..." Lucifer glared at Damien with a look full of anger. "... [Look carefully, is there a keyhole in that door? There isn't, right?! That's the reason! If there's no key, it means the door is unlocked! After all, what are two giant golems guarding this door for? It's supposed to test the strength of the person who wants to pass through this damn door! And if that person can defeat the two gol

Monsters and creatures are present. Even if you don't die from being a spoiled kid, you might die from stupidity. Don't go around without Rita and don't go with strangers or thieves. And thinking about strangers and thieves suddenly remembered Zen. The green eyed thief. I can't help but to be embarrassed because of my stupidity. Lifting my skirt like no one's business just to wipe my lips. One of the most awkward moments of my life that I will carry in my grave. Argh! I really wish the earth would just swallow me up at that time. Although I didn't die at the hands of the goons, I almost died out of shame.

It was all because he had chased Harold away from their preschool yesterday. Alden closed the medical record book, and his expression was complicated. He walked into the ward and hung the medical record book at the end of the bed. Harold scoffed. “How is it? You don’t understand the doctor’s handwriting, do you?” He had flipped through the book yesterday when he was bored, but he could not recognize a single word. The handwriting was completely messy. “I’m not stupid like you,” Alden said indifferently. “Stupid? Why am I stupid?” Harold was furious. “I’m four years old, but I know three thousand glossaries. I can also memorize Shakespeare’s poems. My teacher says I’m a genius. How dare you c

what the actual fuck? I stared at Xavier in sheer, unadulterated disbelief. He really didn't catch on. In fact, he had just said one of the most stupidest things I have ever heard in my entire life. James was practically holding Alina like she was made of fine glass, his eyes full of soft, protective affection, and Xavier thought he was going to break her? How can someone be so incredibly smart when running a global empire, yet so utterly dumb at the exact same freaking time? Alina quickly cleared her throat, slapping James’s hand away with a nervous, breathless laugh. "Oh, hush, Xavier! He was just saving me from breaking my ankle. Mind your business!"

"Oh hello mister I don't have such a bad taste that I will go after a player and I don't even know you and as for Money I have plenty of it ...I don't need yours but you need a brain that's for sure." "You need to control that unpleasant scissor-like tongue of yours." "Why should I ? I am the one who is trapped because of you." "Well I am trapped as well I don't wanna be stuck with a person like you as well." "A person like me? What do you mean a person like me?" "A person like you I mean, arrogant and stupid. " "You called me stupid ? seriously ?!." "yes I called you stupid and mad and a total idiot oh god how did I get stuck With some one like you."

I am starting to regret every word I said and those thoughts that made the situation more complicated… That made my position more complicated. I feel so stupid. He’s right. Those observations just do not justify the conclusion that I have reached. This stupid thoughts of mine might be the one that’ll bring danger to my life. Oh gosh. Why would Gavin do that anyway? I mean, I know that he’s not a normal person but be a gay? I’m starting to doubt the things I have said. I feel like a fool telling lies, a terrible detective that only deducts from observations and could not do anything but to conclude things without strong evidence.

Why did I do something so stupid? "Why did I..." I swallowed, clutching at my hair with shaky hands. I knew it could not have been helped but I couldn't help but feel so stupid about everything. My chest began to heave once more when I stared at Elle's portrait on the wall. I had failed her. I had failed once more. I let her murderer escape when he was right in front of me.

Maybe nothing would happen and I'd feel like an idiot afterward. But feeling like an idiot was hardly the worst thing that had happened to me today. I ran my thumb slowly over the goblin's squat little body, then did it again, putting more pressure behind the motion. “Come on,” I muttered. “Do something. I need the luck. I need anything.” Nothing happened. I kept rubbing anyway, my fingers moving over the rough carving until irritation finally outweighed whatever embarrassment I had left. Then a raspy little voice came from between my hands.

I grab a pillow to bring it to my face and start hitting myself with it "God how could I be so stupid" I scream into the plush pillow