Memes Laughing Funny Quotes About Friends の小説・ストーリー

I say, finally able to compose myself. “You're just the best piece of shit friend a guy could ask for.” Luca said while pulling his shirt over his head. I grinned at him. “You know I got your back.” I replied. “You couldn’t find a better best friend than me. You're the most annoying guy I know.” I joked. He twists his shirt, ringing the water onto my shoes. I jumped back. “You fucker!” I say, watching him to make sure he doesn't do anything else to get me back.

-Said Imanol. -Hold still, buddy, don't say that, remember that your wife is also my friend and that Bambi, I swear she will be upset with you if you hit me. -He joked. Besides, the girl I have at home is already of age. He finally confessed and burst into a loud laugh loaded with mockery for his friends. But you know what the best thing about this joke is? That we are all sincere, I appreciate your concern, always showing that we are a team of great friends. Let's never change, please, even if we beat each other to death, we must remain friends.

"That's what friends are for. Now, let's get back to more important things... like your mom's bod and old lady habits." I laughed, feeling a sense of joy and connection with my friend. "Hey, watch it! I'm not that old." Phila chuckled. "Oh, old woman, you're so sensitive. I'm just joking." I playfully rolled my eyes. "You're something else, Phila." As we continued to chat, Phila's teasing only intensified, but I knew she was just trying to keep me laughing. And it worked. I felt my heart full of joy and my spirit lifted by our conversation.

I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite." Her reply was swift, "I remember that! You have the best laugh." I chuckled at her words, "Well, you have the best jokes. It's a perfect match." The conversation flowed effortlessly, a dance of words that mirrored the rhythm of our connection. As we continued chatting, the miles between us seemed to vanish. She shared anecdotes from her day, and I found solace in the sound of her virtual laughter. I couldn't help but tease her, "You know, our photos don't do justice to your laughter. I miss hearing it in person."

Exactly the kind of thing you hear when your best friend is five kinds of terrible. Cameron's doubled over on the armchair with his phone in hand, his eyes watering. He can't breathe, 'cause he's laughing so hard. I'm flat on the couch with an ice pack strapped to my face, and I want to throw something. Preferably at Cam's head. "Stop laughing," I grumble. "But it's so fucking funny." He wipes his eyes. "You should see the comments." "Shut up." I smack my palm against the sofa cushion. It feels like someone shoved a fist into my jaw and left it there. "It hurts."

I taunted him. "Nothing is enough," he huffed. "Should I break your skull or chop off your finger? And then, you can imagine the 'oh ho ho ho' tone in your mind in the background," I jokingly threatened him. (Oh ho ho ho is a song that's widely used as a meme for depicting sad or fucked up situations in India) "What the fuck? I am upset and crying over here and you're imagining about a meme in such a serious situation?" He complained.

Flirty jokes are a shockingly integral aspect of our friendship. "I hate you both." I turn on my heel and start walking back to the room and behind me I hear them trying to hold in their laughter. The jokes don't bother me, they never have, they usually just make me laugh and roll my eyes. Plus, my best friend, with his dark hair and green eyes, is definitely not hard to look at.

With everything that was going on in my life, it was important that I got sometime to unwind and just breathe for a change. Sasha was the perfect breath of relief. She was just as kind as she'd been the first time, even more so, and even ten times more hilarious. I'd figured that out when we'd started to dig up all the memes we had saved on our phones, laughing our ass off while we lay on her bed. Her's were always more funny and it wasn't hard to tell that she was the greatest comedian out of the two of us when she brought up a scene from my favourite TV show that I'd found equally hilarious. The way she'd passionately criticized the cringe in the scene had gotten me down on my knees, clut

She was smiling. Not at me. At whatever—or whoever—held her attention on that screen. “Something funny?” I asked, keeping my voice level, though something edged beneath it, sharp enough to taste. She didn’t look up. “Hmm?” Her thumb kept moving slowly. “Oh. Just a meme.” I set my fork down. The quiet clatter echoed more than it should have in a room this controlled. “Right. Must be a good one. You’ve been laughing all night.” A faint smirk curved her lips. Still not looking at me. “You could join in, you know. Laughter’s supposed to be healthy.”

“Who cares? You’re going to have your own restaurant one day and they’ll all be eating your dust.” I smile over the table at my dear friend. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For always being here for me. It means a lot.” She gives me a beautiful, broad smile. “What are friends for if not to have fake sick days, bust cheating assholes and conniving relatives with?” I laugh and raise my coffee cup to him. “Cheers to that.” I knock on my friend’s door, and she opens it in a rush. “Hi.” She leans in and hugs me.