Peter Griffin Knee Meme Novels & Stories

"Peter was just being Peter. Don't read too much into it." Xander's gaze didn't waver. "I don't appreciate you talking about my fiancée like that," he said, his voice dangerously low. Peter swallowed visibly, his eyes darting between me and Xander. "Look, I didn't mean any disrespect. Dude, you are... You are... You are jealous!" He burst out laughing, clutching the side of his stomach. "The great Xander King is jealous!" Xander's expression didn't change. "Not jealous, Peter. Just setting boundaries."

So I pulled out my phone again, this time scrolling through my saved folder labeled “EMERGENCY GIGGLES.” I found a meme I knew would work. A sketchy cartoon cat trying to play a grand piano with arms that were way too short. It was dumb. Like, impressively dumb. “Look at this,” I said, turning the screen toward him. He glanced at it. Blinked. Then let out a snort. “That’s so stupid,” he said. “But you smiled.” “No, I didn’t.” “You totally did.” He rolled his eyes, took a long sip of juice, then bumped his shoulder into mine. “Okay. Maybe I did.”

Amid the chaos, someone kicked me. I covered my head to avoid it getting attacked, but that meant that the rest of my body was open to burning pain. While my guard was down, someone stomped on my fibula. With a loud snap, my fibula snapped. The sharp pain caused me to cry out in pain. But they did not seem satisfied. Peter stomped down on my other leg and said to the crowd, “People like him should be bound to a wheelchair forever and never stand up again! If he can’t move anymore, he won’t be able to hurt anyone!”

Even though he didn't drink that night, his mind was also not clear, he vaguely remembers that she protested by hitting his chest but he cut him off. Jack hugs his belly and laughs at his best friend's pain: "Kiss someone, you have a good night, now people naturally evaporate in this A city, now can't find it, hahahahaha, Peter Wayne, didn't expect you to also this day will come, what a pity.” Poor thing, but Jack held his stomach and laughed harder. Peter leaned back on the very high-quality leather sofa, eyes closed, he tried not to smash the glass wine bottle on the head of the laughing belly.

Justin jumped on my back, making me groan. “Fuck dude, get off.” I grunted, managing to shrug him off. “Wrong friend who’d be willing to let you ride his ass.” I teased. I know you might think I’m a hypocrite for calling Grace out on being homophobic but tease my ‘straight’ friend.

“Apologising to me is like trying to cut down a tree with a razor blade, it won’t work. My heart is broken beyond what any apology can fix, Kelsey.” Kelsey clenched her stomach but she couldn’t hold in the laughter. “You don’t have to be sorry Kelsey, I understand.” Peter said with his only serious bone. “Thanks.” Kelsey said and he knew that she meant it. “You’re welcome.” Peter said smiling from his eyes and he envelopd Kelsey into a tight friendly hug.

“That’s…mister Mortimer, I don’t…” “Let me make one thing incredibly clear, Harold Grant,” Knox cuts him off, and takes one power step forward. Harold almost trips on his own foot. The tears I fought so hard to keep at bay stream down my cheeks now. Why is he doing this? He pauses merely an inch away from Harold and leans forward. The shorter man swallows hard, cowering under his stare. “I’m only here to donate to your charity because I believed you were a man of honor. But I see you now, Harold Grant, you’re nothing but a twat.”

he said, trailing off with a contemplative expression, a broad smile appearing on his face with the click of his fingers after a few short moments, “When the big slither try to crush him with mouth hole.” Kiri was the only one to laugh a few loud chuckles at Grub’s words before turning back to Rex, “I will help set your leg so that it heals in the correct spot. Brace yourself my dear, it will be quite painful while I find the right place.” Grub leaned over Kealy, “Why do scary lady laugh at Grub? Grub only speak what his mind say, make me nervous.” Kealy looked up at Grub, pulling her face back away from his bad breath with a scowl and wrinkle of her nose, “I think it’s your grasp on our lan

"Don't forget, you are the one who chose to make a Dare." Sharon put the boot in, saying, "That is right. We all are having fun. Don't tell me you will chicken out now." Kisa gritted her teeth and mentally cursed Peter. She then sneered, her eyes downcast. "Who told you I would chicken out?" With that, she got up on her crutches and slowly made her way over to Jensen. Peter was so wicked that he even whistled to make a commotion. Kohen smiled at him and said, "You are definitely doing this on purpose. Watch out for their revenge on you."