Marvin Harrison Jr Meme Novels & Stories

“I know we’ve disappointed you, but please… give us another chance. We will do better.” “Jarred, son,” Harris called again, his voice soft this time. Jarred fell to his knees, bowing his head. Jackson stood and smirked, lightly hitting Jarred’s head. Hank instantly reacted, shoving Jackson aside and grabbing Jarred’s arm. “Stand up, idiot!” Hank yelled, pulling Jarred to his feet, holding him steady. I watched tears spill from Jarred’s eyes. Jackson just grinned, clearly enjoying the scene. I shifted my gaze to Harris, who looked on with quiet sadness.

Harrison asked. “The great Alexander Lancaster is actually scared of something like this? So pathetic!” Hazel laughed playfully. She was so amused by this scenario. “Let me add more to his pain.” Harper pressed a button and it sent a meme to Alexander’s account. It was a picture of him and the surprised Pikachu face. Which described his situation perfectly. The kids laughed quietly, they were enjoying it. “He looks so stupid!” Henry exclaimed. “I bet he is fuming with anger right now. His face must be as red as an apple.” Hazel playfully added.

“I’m just saying… I don’t want people to get the wrong idea about you. You’re my best friend and any girl would be lucky to go out with you! I don’t want you to miss out on anything when you’re at your prime!” “Are you saying I’m going to turn eighteen and suddenly become ugly and gross?” “Of course, that’s not what I’m saying and you know that.” “You keep thinking that way and I tell you what, Rhett, you’re going to end up old and going after nothing but teenagers. You're gonna be put in jail someday.” “But-” “JA-IL,” Harrison enunciated the word dramatically with a lifted chin for his friend who glared at him. They sat in silence and watched the game for some time, hooting and cheering for

Happiness crashes into me so intensely that I forget to breathe for a second. I have never been to any of the company’s marketing events. When everybody goes, I usually just stay back, since there isn’t much for me to do as a junior marketing assistant. "Thank you, Mr. Harrison," I say, my voice coming out higher than usual. "Thank you so much." He waves it off like it’s nothing, but I catch the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Just do your best and work hard. That’s all I ask. You’ve earned this one, kiddo."

"I am going with you." I think I just fainted in my head… "Coming were with me?" "My god, do I need to spell it out for you?" "Yes, please, cause the little hamster in my head just fell thefück off his little wheel." "Hahaha, that is goddamn funny." "It is not funny keeping a man hanging here." "Soldier when you go to redeploy, I am coming with you. Harrison signed me up as part of the nursing staff." "Holy fuck! What?!"

It was the cue for them to start laughing. - I can't worry about Junior anymore? - Liam, not even I'm as paranoid as you. - Jon says between laughs. - Screw you! - Dude, are you going to call your son Junior? - Cory said after stopping laughing. - Yes. Liam Harrison Junior Frey. - I said all proud. - Of course I'm not going to name my son Morse. They started laughing again. - Is Luna aware of this? - No, I have to convince her...

And that is what definitely gets pressed firm into my head as I watch a Marine tanker come towards us with a Cobra hovering above head. There, much to anybody able to help themselves, there is an "Oorah" that flows from the mouth of every relieved man in the Humvee. As they finally pull up in front of us, I step down from where I was manning the machine gun and make the very bold move to step outside of the Humvee to go greet who will always be seen as our savior. Much to my shock, I watch as Harrison sticks his head through the hole and looks at me with a dumbfounded look on his face, "Get the fuck back into that Humvee. Have you got a damn death wish?"