Poop Memes Novels & Stories

he answered flatly, “covered in leaves and a little bit of bird poop.” Her nose wrinkled in horror. “Oh my God! Where?” She immediately started poking at her face and hair, sniffing delicately. “Get it off! Get it off!” she hissed, trying to pinpoint the exact spot where the offending poop might be hiding. “Bird poop is like the herpes of outdoor stains. It just never fully goes away.”

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

The woman in the yellow dress stood beside him with a smirk. "People turned it into memes," Astrid said. She scrolled through the comments. "It is so viral even penguins in Antarctica have probably seen it. Mom's phone has not stopped ringing since last night." I pressed my face into the pillow to block out the sight. "Turn it off." Astrid did not stop. She read the words aloud in a flat tone. "'So desperate.' 'What a joke.' 'That poor guy, she ambushed him.' Here is a short one. It just says, 'stupid bitch.'"

Zane glanced up from the sofa, one eyebrow lifted, looking way too amused for someone causing international drama. “He swore yesterday,” I continued calmly, “no paparazzi. Said all routes were clear. Turns out one of the damn baristas at that brunch place—” “—TOOK PHOTOS BEHIND A STACK OF CROISSANTS AND NOW I’M A MEME!” Her breath hitched. I could hear a tissue ripping on the other end. “Everyone’s laughing at me. My mom says you should be replaced. She says I look... stupid.” I stared at the ceiling. “I’m sorry.”

I change into my slippers before I could change my outfit to a comfortable homey one. After eating our light dinner. We headed to our beds. Patty sleep so fast that it took her just a minute to snore and sleep deeply. I pick up my phone on my bed side and open my f******k account. I scrolled down on some memes and dramatic post from the group I joined. But one post stop my finger to scroll up. " Smell so good? " Is this post pointing out to me? Zeke added my on f******k and I got so hysterical seeing him on my friendrm request. My finger is shaking that time when I'm tapping the confirm button.

[What kind of trash bag are you, holding so much garbage?] [Peacocks flaunt their tails to attract mates. What's your excuse for parading your ass online?] [Patricia Harris, why don't you just die?] [Slut, you're probably wild in private, right? That video's gone viral.] [Heard you're diseased. Stay home! Don't infect us!] I stared at my phone screen, the barrage of insults washing over me. Doctored memorial photos and grotesque AI-generated images assaulted my eyes.

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

"I knew it! How could a fresh graduate like you possibly land a client as tough as Gilla Group on your own? Turns out all you did was just climb into Mr. Kapowsky's bed!" She turned to the pale-faced Miguel, convinced that she'd figured everything out. "Don't be scared, Miguel. He's just pretending to be all respectful. It's part of their bedroom kink. These rich older guys love these role-playing games nowadays. "You're such a slut, Macy. You really stooped to such disgusting lows just to land a project? And you even have the nerve to show off about it at a team dinner?" As soon as she said that, everyone else in the room suddenly seemed to come to the same conclusion as well. After all, wh

"Make it punchy, Carlin. We're not just serving tea here." Carlin rolled her eyes but followed his advice, weaving words that ignited curiosity and sparked outrage. Vasky, in his element, enhanced the content with his signature memes. As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." ‌