Random Funny Questions Novels & Stories

“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?”

But even that paled in comparison to what she made me feel when she looked at me, when she laughed, when she simply was. I didn’t understand any of it. So I did the one thing that had gotten me cast out of Heaven in the first place. I asked questions. And when I tell you I asked questions....I mean questions. “What does a toaster do?” “Why do people say ‘cool’ when something is good? Does it involve temperature?” “What is the purpose of a hoodie?” “Why does she chew gum like she’s trying to kill it?” Riven answered all of them without blinking, half the time laughing so hard he had to lean against furniture. Kael was a bit more direct and logical in his responses, though he too never lost pa

Her eyes kept roaming round my face and I had no doubt she was being serious but I couldn’t help the laughter that escaped me. She frowned deeply, her angry brows creasing together in a way that made me laugh even more. ‘You doing cheap weed captain?’ ‘What?’ ‘That shit ain’t good for you’. ‘Are you going to answer the question?’ ‘Why would you even ask me that?’ ‘You know what? Forget I asked’. She turned back and resumed walking inside. Girls are weird. Where does one even generate such questions from? ‘Hey captain!’ I called after her. ‘What?’ She spun around

“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.”

he said, his speech kind of slurred. "Then, let's change that," I suggested, still giggling. If I knew that wine would have made me this happy, then I would have started drinking it months ago. "Let's play 21 questions." He chuckled. "What are we? In high school?" "Nnngh, come on! it'd be fun!" I contested. He sighed. "Fine. But 21 questions are too many. Let's stick with five questions." I enthusiastically nodded my head. This was definitely better than nothing.

“Uh oh. Let’s hear it.” “I feel like there’s a lot about you I don’t know these days. And I want to fix that. So why don’t we play a game of twenty questions.” He raises an eyebrow and folds his arms. “I get to ask you things too?” “Yeah, of course.” “Okay then. Deal.” I grin, pleased with the success. “Okay, tell me about your travels.” “That’s not a question,” he points out. I stick my tongue out at him. “What’s the most interesting place you’ve ever been to?”