Novel & Cerita Poop Memes

“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.

That reply had about thirty laughing reactions. Me: Gosh! This is so funny. I typed with lots of laughing emoji. Someone else was typing, I waited patiently for the comment to pop up. Rose: Most of you know I am a mother of three cute potatoes, during my last labour, I pooped when I was told to push. I scrunched up my face in disgust, pushing the pringles away before it starts tasting like poop in my mouth. I noticed comments stopped coming in, I began to scroll through other posts lazily. Just then I saw a post by Mystery man (Jamaal) he posted few minutes ago, no wonder. All attention were already directed to his post.

"What do you think of me? I can finish this in ten to fifteen minutes, Astra." "Hmm... let's see. Make sure it's perfect! I'm gonna take pictures and post it on my account!" Oh, let’s see as well if it’s really I* post worthy. I’m already cackling loudly in my head. "And you should tag me to give credits.” Nearly fifteen minutes later, I smirked in satisfaction seeing the copy cat version of poop emoji on both sides of her cheek. Oh, shit! I could already feel her week long outrage over this! This will be exciting!

And now, the internet was having a fucking field day. Noah stopped pacing, long enough to grab his phone again, thumbs flying over the screen as he scanned the endless floods of comments on his innagram. I sucked my teeth, irritation clawing up my throat. “You need to stop reading that shit.” He snapped his gaze to me at that, and I’ve never seen such pure anger in his gaze. “Do you know what they are calling me? Have you seen the fucking memes they’ve started to make about me? I’ve spent my entire life--?”

, she snaps, causing Loyalty to laugh. “You two fight like siblings, it’s gross”, Loyalty says through the laugh. “Now Meme, can you get off of my bladder before I pee on the bed”? I hear Meme climb down off of her, and Loyalty walks into the bathroom where I’m still shaving and plops right down on the toilet and starts peeing with the door wide open! “What?”, she says at my shocked look. “I mean, I’ve seen you pee before. This isn’t a big deal to me”, Meme says. “Just, don’t think I ever recall you doing it in front of Spin”! I shook my head no, confirming Meme’s statement.

There were cute, silly ones too, that I couldn't help but laugh out loud. “How did you come up with all of these words? Where did you find all of these memes?” I snorted, unable to keep my curiosity to myself. “On F******k of course.” She chuckled, laying her head on my chest. Together, we read through a lot of her posts, with her playfully explaining what some meant. “You should add me up on F******k, that way you can see my posts any time I make one,” she suggested. “I don’t have F******k. I can’t remember the last time I had one. I have I*******m though,” I explained with a shrug.

And today, she gave two more actorsa massage, and it made her even hungrier. She lay in bed tossing and turning, opened a short video, and thought about watching a mukbang to satisfy her cravings for a while. But after seeing that, shebecame even hungrier. Turkey noodles, grilled lamb chops, stir-fried pig rice... The more she watched, the more she craved, and the more she couldn't sleep. She pulled ou her phone andposted a meme of a skeleton, photoshopping her own head onto it, with the caption "Eat a pig in three bites."

It trembled for a moment before steadying again, revealing Aaron, Blake and… him. Next played the one scene that had been on repeat in his mind–Aaron’s fist slammed into his jaw. Suddenly, the video froze just as he was about hitting the floor and a cartoon horny blasted. Bright colors exploded across the screen, his face stretched and farting sound effects played as the footage zoomed in repeatedly. The meme continued for another few seconds before cutting back to the podcast where Gina was already laughing uncontrollably. They showed the other students around her too, all equally amused as they chortled and cackled.

He sat at a table in a corner and got a black coffee, his back to the wall. And he finally gazed. He opened social media apps. He was trending. The picture was everywhere. It had been memed. Clarkson' painful face had the "When they're out of avocado toast" and "Me realizing I left the oven on" captions. Their clasped hands were photoshopped onto different romantic movie posters. The ridicule was worse than the ill will. It twisted something as weak and genuine as his most honest moment into a poor joke. It stripped all of its force and significance and turned it into a joke.

“That’s nothing! Did you see the politician who wore mismatched shoes to the press conference? Black left, brown right. And he stood there confidently for an hour. I was embarrassed for his ancestors.” Jane pushed up her glasses, giggling. “It was trending number one for a whole day. People were making memes faster than I could keep up.” Amara found herself smiling, the heaviness of her morning already dissolving. These women were a storm—loud, witty, endlessly amused by the absurdities of the world. Their words tumbled out like waterfalls, bouncing from one scandal to another, from celebrity breakups to viral dances, always in that infectious rhythm of hot gist.