Random Funny Questions Novels & Stories

he chuckles "I'm serious, now let's go,I'll start"I say and he nods. "okay what is your favorite color"I ask. "Green. You" "Caramel brown. Okay next one, your favorite band or artist" "I don't know,artic monkeys. What about you?" "Well I like Annie Marie" I tell him and we continue asking questions and laughing. It was really fun as he eased up to some of the questions and we laughed to,this continue for 15 minutes. "okay, okay,so you mean to tell me , you'll rather fall off a cliff than have anything to do with the Kardashians or even watch their drama" I say while laughing.

It was a bewildering, overwhelming and non-stop stream of questions demanding that she answer: Coffee or tea? Coffee with milk and sugar? What do you want to eat on your break? Which shampoo? Which hand cream? What bank do you want to open an account in? Do you want to go to the movies? What do you want to see? What are you doing on your day off? Do you want company? And on and on and fucking on.

The women laugh so I do as agreed and close my eyes, I reach out my hand and point my finger and move it from side to side and stop when I think I should and that person will ask the question, when my arm freezes in place I open my eyes and am faced with one of my cousins and she celebrates with a shrug that she will be the one asking the question. "Where did the bride and groom meet?" my cousin asks, and my sister rolls her eyes at the ease of the question. "At work" my friend replies without even thinking. She actually made a list of possible questions and had me answer them all by video call when I told them the dynamics of the game, they all peppered me with questions until I was full fr

“How about we play a game? Something lighthearted. 20 Questions?” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “20 Questions? What, like, we take turns asking random questions?” “Exactly,” I said, feeling my pulse quicken. “We ask anything—no filters, no restrictions. And you have to answer honestly. It’ll be fun.” He chuckled. “Alright, love, you’re on. You can go first.” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the onslaught of questions that was about to come. “Alright, here’s an easy one. What’s your favorite food?”

"I don't hate maybe I am disappointed by some people but I don't hate anyone" "kindness it's still alive I see" "favourite colour" "Blue" "I can see that" I pointed. He chuckled and asked "I can't ask you favourite food because it's obvious so favourite singer" "Umm..... I don't usually pay any attention to singers I just listen to the songs I don't know more than two singers" I said taping my chin. that it's how we spend our evening playing twenty questions which stretched for two hours laughing and knowing each other weird things.

We see some particularly hilarious moments from our bachelor and bachelorette parties and, of course, the filmed questions. - "James, how many kids do you want?" asks Reed. - As many as she wants," he says with a smirk. - Tanya, how many kids do you want?" asks Clara. - Plenty! (I'm completely torn.) - How many? - Like... Like the mini Olafs in The Snow Queen!" - Oh goddess," I say, burying my face in James's costume as he laughs as hard as our guests. - "Tanya, which one of you is the grumpiest in the morning?

"Nope. Do you?" "Nah. Do you have any weird quirks? Like, my best friend says I always cross my legs when eating, but never when I’m drinking." His eyebrows rose. “Why are we having this interview session, giglio?" "We're playing twenty-one questions, Luca." I rolled my eyes. "You're weird." He just looked at me for a while. "Oh, I know. So, quirks?" -------------------------------------------------------------

I walked to the poster and read the bold typed words. “If two’s company and three’s a crowd, what are four and five?” “Susan has four daughters, and each of her daughters had a brother. How many children does Susan have?” “How much dirt is in a hole that’s two feet by three feet?” “What goes up but never comes down?” “What is the end of everything?”

“Exactly. You had the board game, didn’t you? What kind of questions do they ask?” “Why?” I say, puzzled. “We’re doing a Couples’ Quiz contest. Are the questions hard?” “Hard? No! They’re just fun. Silly things. Basic stuff that couples know about each other.” “Ask me some.” Lottie sounds a bit tense. “Give me some practice.” “Well, OK.” I think for a moment. “What kind of toothpaste does Ben use?” “Don’t know,” says Lottie after a pause. “What’s his mother called?” “Don’t know.”