Humor Monday Memes Novels & Stories

“That’s nothing! Did you see the politician who wore mismatched shoes to the press conference? Black left, brown right. And he stood there confidently for an hour. I was embarrassed for his ancestors.” Jane pushed up her glasses, giggling. “It was trending number one for a whole day. People were making memes faster than I could keep up.” Amara found herself smiling, the heaviness of her morning already dissolving. These women were a storm—loud, witty, endlessly amused by the absurdities of the world. Their words tumbled out like waterfalls, bouncing from one scandal to another, from celebrity breakups to viral dances, always in that infectious rhythm of hot gist.

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

Anyway wayyy off topic, I love the subjects taught, the lunch break banter and most of all my girls so why the hell do I hate Monday's right ? Well it's the 'silly walking face first into the glass door, pouring juice into your cereal instead of milk, the oh shit wrong class and damn that was due today' shit for me. No matter how early I go to bed or how much preparing I do the sunday my monday always seem to go like this for me. The best part is being able to laugh at my stupid ass with my stupid ass friends. With a silent prayer to god to let this day for once just go my way before climbing into my now smooth running vehicle all thanks to James, making my way to school.

“Mom?” *** Aiden is fun to write for some reason, lol. See you on Monday :))

Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"

"Wendy loves me. This isn't over—" Wendy gave her answer right away, and it was a big, fat slap across Zack's face. "Don't listen to him, Felix. I don't like guys like him. He's just a toy. A toy I throw away once I'm bored of him." She held up her thermos and uncapped it. The air was filled with the aroma of mushroom and egg custard. "You must be hungry. I got this for you."

We both glanced at each other and stopped, trying too hard not to laugh at his laughable expression. "What, Mor?" Monna asked, with puppy dog eyes. "I really heard that, Monna. I can't believe you could spew such rubbish,"Morley said. "Duhh, I was just kidding," Monna justified her words. "But your humor sucks,"Morley said, feigning annoyance. Monna glanced at me and we both bursted into laughter. "Geez, you girls are really annoying and intolerable."He groaned and walked on, mumbling.

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The twins were baseball players and played for the university’s team. “And how is Mr. Monday today?” Kim asked as she came into the kitchen. I’d told my roommates over the weekend how I’d decided to name each man after a day of the week, and Archie was Mr. Monday. “He’s awake and has Mr. Happy well in hand.” I laughed at my own joke and she just looked at me blankly. “I haven’t had coffee yet. There will be no jokes until I’ve had coffee, woman.” She growled a little as she picked up a cup and filled it from the pot I’d made for all of us.

He didn’t sigh when she arrived three minutes late to a pitch. He smirked — smirked! — when she called him “Spreadsheet Daddy” under her breath. And then, on Friday, the impossible happened. He laughed. Not a smirk. Not a scoff. A real, low, quiet chuckle. All because she’d Photoshopped his face onto a Renaissance painting for a meme she titled: "Sebastian Mason, Patron Saint of Budget Cuts." It was in the middle of a staff email chain titled “Friday Madness.” She hadn’t expected him to see it.