Jar Jar Binks Meme Novels & Stories

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Meme is the first one down from the bike, followed by Brenda, and they engulf me into a rib-crushing hug. “Look who looks like a biker chick”, says Brenda as she twirls my hair. “Oh Lala, I’ve missed you”! She pulls me into another squeeze. “I’ve missed you too”, I tell her, and I really have. “That’s double for me, bitch”, Meme squeals, causing me to laugh.

Then cut the call. “Yes Sir,” Jace replied although Rafael couldn’t hear him anymore… He pulled the phone from his ear. Eyes staring deeply into his name on the call log. “That bitch better die,” he exhaled heavily as he rolled over on the bed. “Bore—d!~ Oh my days!” he mumbled and took out a picture from inside his pants pocket. “Raf always let me get bored and hurt my heart, daddy…” he paused. “You never let me get bored, do you?” He smiled sadly at the picture of Marcus Goldman and Eric McCoy, laughing—in the good old days.

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

I was so stressed about talking to Grandma that it never even crossed my mind to peek inside. Dad's voice shot up an octave."Are you crazy? That stuff isn't ready yet!" "Hasn't the jar already turned red? Besides, nobody's had any problems these past few years. Haven't we made a killing?" What? I was getting more and more confused. Were they talking about the jar in the backyard? So whatever was in that jar was worth a fortune? And it needed time to become ready? What in the world needed that long to become ready? I was already 24 years old. Did it really need to take 30 years, like what Dad said?

Dammit, he knew what he was doing and laughed when I’d unfolded my arms and relaxed. “Bite me,” I hissed. He pulled back abruptly and stared at me, unblinking. It took me a second to realize what I’d said. He took a deep breath. “Don’t play like that.” “It’s just a figure of speech, Jarren; calm down.” “Not to a vampire.” His eyes were glued to mine. “Oh, yeah. I forgot about that,” I responded jokingly. He raised an eyebrow. “It was why you flipped out on me, and you forgot?”

Bima shouted, his brain working overtime. System, another idea! How do I make him even more embarrassed?! [System Suggestion: Create a more personal meme! Target the BOSS Zombie's 'failed review' content trauma!] [Meme: 'The Master of Disgusting Food Reviews – When Trash Food Becomes the Main Content'] [Effect: BOSS Vlogger's appeal -50%! Risk of random berserk mode!] Random berserk mode? Bima swallowed hard. But there was no other choice. He looked at the BOSS Zombie, who was now focused on Lia, trying to capture her "epic counterattack."

My hair is raised in the most ridiculous style and his hair is slicked back, perfect as ever. I turn it over and in a nice cursive handwriting, the names; Hazel Chestnut and Jamie Johnson are written with a date: July 16th. What does this mean? The lifetime sh*t Jamie spoke of springs easily to mind. So, we reincarnated? That's not something I ever believed in but this seems so real. 'Could be a prank Jamie and Brit are playing on you' my subconscious points out. Yeah, she's right; anyone with a laptop can edit something like this, right?

He sat upright, his broad, athletic shoulders wrapped in a black bomber jacket, creating a physical barricade between Bima and the rest of the world. "Arka, don't eat all the popcorn yourself. Don't be greedy," Bima whispered, trying to thin out the atmosphere that suddenly felt far heavier than last week's engineering course load. Arka didn't answer. He simply shoved the large cardboard container into Bima's lap. The movement was rough, but his fingertips intentionally brushed against the back of Bima's hand long enough to send a sharp spark of electricity that nearly made Bima drop the snack.