Novel & Cerita Reading Meme Funny

#BlackwoodMeltdown was number five. The videos were everywhere. Dozens of angles of my screaming, my collapse, my desperate pleas to be left alone. And the comments... God, the comments were vicious. "She's literally insane lol" "Someone needs to get this girl some serious help" "When you're so desperate for attention you fake a breakdown " "Maya Blackwood is the poster child for what happens when you give damaged girls too much attention" The memes had already started. Screenshots of my face mid-scream with captions like "When you realize you have to take responsibility for your actions" and "POV: You're not the main character anymore."

It was been spread anonymously and no one knew who was behind all of it. “I’m not ready to rest until we hunt down the fool behind all these disgusting memes.” Donald fumed. “And we find him, his punishment would be nothing that has never come to him in his entire existence because he would beg for death itself.” I spat, jamming my fists together. After a few weeks, we were able to track down the guy. He was a fat nerd in his 20s. We found him in his dorms in front of his computer, laughing and munching of potato chips with several memes made from my photo.

Anything for a laugh – honestly, it’s like currency in our little group. “I don’t know...” Kate murmured, already retreating into that overly responsible corner of her brain. “Oh, come on. It’s not like you’re studying for an entry exam to Yale,” I said, letting a little irritation slip into my voice. She gave me a deadpan look. “You don’t know my life.” “Girl, your life is memes, sarcasm, and occasionally passing math.” “Fine,” she groaned, caving at last. “Good girl.” I winked like a smug aunt handing out wine at a family dinner.

I gladly accepted it and took a sip before sitting on the chair across of him. Chamomile. This was her favourite. “Could you pass the honey?” I requested. Lucas then handed me the honey and I added two spoonful’s into my tea. I heard Lucas smirk slightly and tried to suppress a laugh. Gosh his smile is so beautiful. “What’s so funny?” I asked. “It’s nothing, sorry.” His face softened. “Come on, tell me. Is there something on my face?” I want to know how to make you smile more.

I stared at Kuya Jon's phone for a minute. I can't memorise any of their numbers. Even mom, dad or Jordan's contact. I made a facepalm and simultaneously snapped my fingers on the air. Think Amber! Think! "Is there a problem, Ms. Ferrer?" Kuya Jon asked in curiosity. I smiled sheepishly and scratched my forehead. "Kuya Jon, I can't memorise any of my friends' numbers nor my parents'," I answered.

“No!” “Yes,” Landon said. “Someone titled it ‘Espresso Yourself—To Death.’ It’s got twelve thousand views already.” Suzi couldn’t breathe, laughing so hard tears started streaming down her cheeks. “Max! You’re going viral!” Max buried his face in his hands. “I swear, if anyone tags me…” “They already did,” Landon said. “Your name’s in the caption. ‘Local businessman’s café explodes in mocha mayhem.’ Congratulations. You’re a meme.”

I've been reading out any memes I find both entertaining and ridiculous. “It’s a question, actually. Which one do you think is funnier—a female n@ked body or the male’s?” I barely finished the sentence before bursting into laughter. I had no idea why I found it so funny, but the absurdity of it was enough to make me crack up. Not like it has ever crossed my mind. Expecting no response from Jameson, I continued scrolling, still chuckling to myself when he suddenly turned his head toward me, his sharp gaze flickered at me.

Feeling that my mom and Mike might find that a bit unusual, I went back to my bed and continued rolling all over like a little girl. I sat upright when I heard the door open, Mike's head poked in with a look that screamed confusion. “What's happening babe? You mom and I heard you laughing, did something good happen?” He came into the room, looking around like it was his first time inside there. “I just saw a funny meme online, it's nothing serious.” The smile I was trying hard to hide, did not waste anytime in hiding itself once Mike's entire body frame was in sight. He sat down on the bed and out of reflex, I shifted away from him slightly. “Can I see it too?”

Mei said, “about half the posts are people yelling that pups aren’t property. Your speech is getting traction.” “Great,” Lyra said. “I always wanted to be meme‑quoted in between cat videos and conspiracy threads.” Mei’s gaze flicked to her phone again, lips thinning. “There’s a thread,” she said slowly, “where some genius is zooming your block photos. ‘Spot the laundromat,’ ‘track the route,’ that kind of thing. Harris and Rhea are already playing whack‑a‑mole with it, but it’s out there.”

There were cute, silly ones too, that I couldn't help but laugh out loud. “How did you come up with all of these words? Where did you find all of these memes?” I snorted, unable to keep my curiosity to myself. “On F******k of course.” She chuckled, laying her head on my chest. Together, we read through a lot of her posts, with her playfully explaining what some meant. “You should add me up on F******k, that way you can see my posts any time I make one,” she suggested. “I don’t have F******k. I can’t remember the last time I had one. I have I*******m though,” I explained with a shrug.