Monday Funny Memes Novels & Stories

I grab her, pulling her to settle on top of me, and my rock hard cock, engorged with desire, rubs against her dripping wet center. My lips are on hers again, sensually attacking her mouth with my tongue. After, her lower lip is taken between my teeth to bite and tug on gently. My arms tightly secure her to my body as I never want her to leave my embrace. "Does Daddy have to remind you what day it is, kitten?" "It's Monday," she responds. " Yes It's Monday. Do you know what that means?" She rolls her eyes. "It means that Daddy needs the extra attention today." My hand

Noah cleared everything for us. "But how can there be a lot of people on Monday?" Noah asked. This question get me into deep thinking as he was right. Monday is a busy day for everyone. "I guess there might be people who like art or there might be some kind of community," Aiden said. "Yeah okay. I just founded it a bit weird. But overall I am happy that Aiden would be enjoying today," Noah said shutting down his laptop.

Naitee explained at Payal chose to open her mouth. " Monday means God shiva day. Were you fasting on Monday for a nice groom, Don't you? Payal teased Naitee deliberately. Instantly Maverick stilled on his seat and swallowed hard. Turning his head he looks at her all-red face due to shyness. " Tell us " Payal request cutely even though she knows the answer. " Yes," Naitee softly replied in a very low voice but everyone heard her clearly and hoot only to tease her more. They are taking revenge on her for scaring them with that cockroach.

Monday as the first day of the week was always hectic and full of stress and bustle, he was aware of being apt for an herculean task this day, his battle and squabble with his lousy neighbors always emerged as the first on his rigmarole. "Glory! I'm a living being. " Bode Thomas mumbled, yawning. He could resort to lay his head on the cotton pillow and rise after hours; he could sit and nod in relish of his favourite jamz, he could also saunter and settle at the mechanic workshop down the street and munch on bread and beans while they discuss politics and country issues but Monday was expected to be spent wisely for time to all, was precious.

Mondays. Freaking Mondays. Why were Mondays even created? The sizzling of onions sautéing and the birds chirping outside our apartment brought a calming effect as I cooked breakfast in our makeshift kitchen. Yet the fact that it was a Monday drowned all of it. I hated Mondays most.

Just stared at the table, his jaw working, his hands gripping the edge hard enough that his knuckles went white. One of the staffers approached cautiously. “Sir, we’ve got another problem.” Alfred looked up. “What now?” “Social media. The memes. They’re spreading faster than we can report them. People are making jokes. Turning you into a punchline.” “Show me.” The staffer handed over a tablet. Alfred scrolled through it, his face darkening with every swipe. Images of him photoshopped into ridiculous scenarios. Captions mocking him. Videos set to music. Clips from his speeches edited together with the photos to make him look like a hypocrite.

“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.

Finally, I close my eyes and sleep. It's already morning, and it's Monday again, the worst day ever. I stretch my arms as I go outside my room and look at my kitchen. I prepare my breakfast, and after a while, I take out my phone and check Mimo's account on I*******m. She posts her picture while making a sad face with a caption. - I don't know what to say! I hate him so much!!!!! -

Sunday later KATHY🌈❤💯: Why on some other time? 😅 That's probably the worst day ever. For real ME: Monday then. KATHY 🌈❤💯: Sounds better 🤭 ME: Cool I was now feeling down and wasn't in the mood to actually talk to anyone. She texted. KATHY 🌈❤💯: Are you okay? 🤨 ME: Yeah I'm okay. Why