Novel & Cerita Random Funny

"😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 Ohh God please stop.. my stomach hurts like hell... Well I sorta Just imagined a kid version of you kissing a monkey... cute.. freaken cute I tell you." My face was burning at least I was making her smile like she did me. "I'm glad you're laughing. Thought you'd think I'm crazy..." She quickly responded: "I don't think you can go crazy... unless a Chris Brown song comes on.. then God your body would go crazy... that I know." I smiled like an idiot and my phone vibrated.. a text from my best friend. Bestie: Emergency 101... I fucken need you dude.. log in in w******p....

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

"I knew right then she wasn't cut out for the big leagues." That was a recital when I was eight years old. It was my first time facing such a large audience, and I did get stage fright. But Rhys was the first one to rush onto the stage to comfort me back then. He told me, "Maeve, you played wonderfully. Those people just don't understand music." Now he was using it to humiliate me. Laughter echoed through the room, and my cheeks burned. He was mocking me in public, turning my past humiliation into a punchline.

she wailed uncontrollably, frantically clawing at Vanessa's clothes. Everyone in the room was stunned. "What are you doing?" Vanessa screamed as she struggled. "Let go, you insane woman! Investments always come with risk! How is it my fault if you lost money?" "Investments?" I scoffed coldly. I pulled out a thick stack of bank statements from my bag and slammed them onto the dining table. "You call these 'investments', Vanessa?" I glanced at the male colleagues who had been cracking vulgar jokes at the table earlier and said loudly, "Over the past six months, Vanessa has used Mr. Studdard's name to set up three investment group chats and scammed nearly six million dollars from everyone.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

I replied to him. We started a random chat and before I knew it, I was laughing out loud. Fred is so funny, I really enjoyed his company today. We stayed up while chatting and he said so many funny things that made me laugh.

I froze for a second, then laughed softly, pretending I didn’t know what he meant, pretending my mind hadn’t been looping it all day. “Maybe,” I said. “Just… normal things.” We talked then, and we really talked. Not about friends or work or routine, not the usual small updates, but about the random, silly things that had nothing to do with anyone else. a funny story about a patient who kept forgetting his appointment time. a song that had gotten stuck in my head and wouldn’t leave. The weird way, my cat refused to leave the living room, like she owned it.

If Max has started hating Olivia, how can they build a relation "Olivia is a good girl. You heard her mother, she wasn't in a good mood today." His mother spok Max picked up his glass that had some red content in it and took a few sips. "What's my business with her mood? I'm only asking Emily not to get infected, or do you want her to grow up as an idiot with mood fluctuation in an event, as well?" He a Her sister chuckled and tugged his arm, "brother, that was rude." She

I'd missed her. "Stupid. It's fun to have a few, it makes your troubles go away, everything seems fun, happy, for the most part. Some people are stupid or mean drunks, and you want to stay away from them, but most of my friends just do it to let go."

’’ Adamie clasped his palms together. ‘‘I’m definitely getting the booze!’’ Andy said. ‘‘Drunk mofo,’’ Adamie replied, ‘‘Y’all remember that time Andy’ got so drunk at Brian’s party then he puked on the buff DJ and got his ass beat?’’ All of them apart from Andy burst into laughter. ‘‘Well, I’m better than fat Robert who passed out after taking two Oxycontine pills then got a dick drawn on his plumpy cheeks.’’ Andy defended.