Random Questions To Ask Funny Novels & Stories

You can start there. I nod slowly. “Finally, someone who makes sense.” Me: I’ll try this. Thanks. I exit the forum, then immediately type: ‘Random fun questions to ask a friend about themselves.’ Enter. My screen floods with suggestions, lists of icebreakers, “cute couple” quizzes, whole threads about date ideas, random memes sprinkled in. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. “Oh. That’s actually a good question. I’ll keep that.” Next scroll. “That’s funny… but if I ask it, will I sound weird?”

I said before laughing. “We’ll be playing a Question Game since you’re practically a stranger to me. Let’s play ‘Get-to-Know-You.’ We either use cards or ask random questions. And since I changed the champagne rule because of me, and I won, I’ll let you choose—cards or random questions?” I said, giggling. “Random questions,” Bryan said. “I’ll ask you first then. What’s your full name?” I asked. “Bryan Montgomery Blackwood,” Bryan replied.

"Want to find out?" I couldn't say no. I swallowed hard, and said, "Sure." "Okay, so what else do you have on besides your sweats, tank top and panties?" "Bunny slippers." There was a long pause then I heard a roar of laughter. "Damn, woman, you're priceless. Okay, your turn to ask a question." Honestly, even though we'd fucked like minks, I didn't know him very well. This was a great opportunity, but where to start? Duh. The beginning. "Where were you born?"

"Twenty Questions? What's that?" "It's a game where we each take turns asking each other a question, and we have to answer truthfully," I explained. "It's a fun way to get to know each other better." Margot hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I'm in," she said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. I started with a light-hearted question to ease the tension. "What's your favorite thing to do in your free time?" A smile crept onto Margot's face as she replied, "I love spending time with my family and friends, especially my younger sister. We used to have so much fun together."

"Just ask the questions." "Ok, um, the first question..would you have kissed me?" "Kissed you?" With confusion written all over her face, then it changed to realization. "Do you mean when Matt told us to?" "Yes" Lauren starts laughing "Yes silly, would you have kissed me?" "I don't know, this question is weird." "It is not silly, just answer it." "Ok, um, No." "Really, no?" Well, maybe I would have, I don’t know.

Who is he? “How do you know all of that?” - I ask looking at the floor “I know everything about you” - he tells me “What’s my favourite colour? What’s my favourite food? What’s my favourite Drink? What’s my favourite Song? Am I a cat or a dog person? What do I like to do in my spare time? What kind of movies do I like to watch? What do I do when I’m upset?” - I ask these questions to him and he looks me deep in my eyes

He asked. “Well,” I said. “It's not about whether or not you ask questions as much as how polite you are when asking them. Getting too personal with someone you don’t know is a recipe for foul things to come. Ask her about her favorite color, what kind of music or food she likes, and if she chooses to share something that's one thing. However, don't pry. If she shows you something she can do, you can ask, but I don't want you boys bombarding her about all of the things you wonder if she can do because I don't even think she has all the answers and it’s rude." I told them.

I followed him to his car, and once we were both in, he turned on his car engine and drove to I don't know where. "Do you like comedy?" He asked, and I looked at him as if he had grown two heads. "I don't know!" That was all I told him. I mean, I didn't know what to say. The question seemed out of context. A weird silence consumed us for a while before he asked again. "What do you think about Deadpool?" "What is wrong with you?" I answered his question with another question. "I mean, what's with the weird questions?" He chuckled before he added,

“So, what kind of music are you into?” he asked, a playful note in his tone. “Metal, mostly,” I replied casually. I could almost hear his eyebrows rising in surprise. “Metal, huh? I’m more of a classic rock guy myself,” he responded seemingly unfazed. The conversation meandered through favorite foods, movies, and hobbies. I found myself divulging details I hadn’t expected to share, drawn in by the anonymity the door provided. “Okay, so random question – are you a virgin?” he asked. His tone came across as if he were trying to deliver the question as a joke, but there was an unmistakable hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Why did you choose a BMW?" Harper asked me. We had been playing 20 questions and we had been going back and forth for a few hours now and surprisingly, I was enjoying myself. Turns out Harper can be less of an idiot wanted to. Talked and laughed. And talked. And laughed. A lot. I giggled. "I think the question you should ask is, 'Why not a BMW'?" "You got me!" He threw his head back and laughed, his shoulder shaking which showed how genuine he was being right now.