Stupid Funny Questions Novels & Stories

She deadass did save my life but something in the back of my mind kept telling me that was not the reason I was agitated to meet her. "Then tell me what the fuck the reason is, you stupid brain." I yelled into my pillow, muffling the sound to the point where it almost sounded non-existent. I'm not one to play mind games, I just wanted to know the reason. Did you get the pun there? I'm so fucking funny. I know you're shaking your head thinking of what a stupid pun that was. But you know it was fucking lit. Maybe I should go into Comedy instead, I'm too funny for Urban/Realistic/Drama. Imagine my next stop being called Life of Eve: Comedy and Puns. What do you think?

Then burst out laughing holding my stomach in my hands. “Seriously you think I am really a stupid girl who can’t see what’s is good for me or not ",,I was laughing loudly. Suddenly he pulled me by my waist and I was crushed against his chest once again. “It’s not damn funny. I am seriously asking you", he said looking into my eyes. What happened to him ?Why was he asking me weird questions ?

Everyone just laughed like I'm just some kind of a psychopath, what's funny to them, they were laughing and pointing hands, and worse of it the subjects were laughing too, maybe I was stupid for talking without understanding anything, I shouldn't have let my curiosity get the better of me.

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

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'm not jealous, just stupid people who want to be slaves to love. I'm not like the idiot Shakespeare who glorifies love. Love is only for fools, and I'm not in that category. I stroked this stupid girl's hair, long blonde hair, blue eyes like the ocean even though it looks just silly when you try to look into her eyes. "I wonder, how much is your IQ? How much is Pentium? Too stupid!" "Stop talking! I want to sleep." I smiled and hugged this stupid girl harder. And kissed her cheek stupidly and packed, a strange combination I had just seen in this silly girl. So ridiculous, I can't even remember her name.

he is deadly serious. "You know, if you become stupid, it's not my fault; it's really in your race," I said before laughing out loud. "So you're saying that we're dumb?" This is a serious question for me. "Oh! Oh! I didn't say anything... You were the one who said that..." I said while laughing, and he looked annoyed. "You were saying I’m stupid?!" he said before tickling me. I struggled to get out of his grip and hurriedly ran.

I was certain of what I saw. “Let’s just keep playing,” I said and reached into the hat. A lamp. That wasn’t so hard. I stood in place and flexed my fingers. That was simple enough, right? Wrong! “A mime!” “The boogeyman!” “Stiff Surprise!” The answers were the most far-fetched things I had ever heard. I even tried doing it in different positions but the absurd answers continued. “A hunched-back mime!” “Jack in the box!” “A lamp!”

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” I’m used to this kind of stupid question. It’s posed like it’s something innocent, something genuine or fun, but really it’s a way to politely bash down a door that shouldn’t be opened. A harmless, kind of why not innocence thick in the tone. Underneath, there’s nothing innocent there at all. But Momma and me know, when we hear this Barney the Dinosaur bullshit, to pretend we believe the words are genuine. Everyone’s pretending something. Always. Anyways.

“Join us!” I hesitated for a moment, my eyes locked on Gina's disappearing figure. “What makes an elephant look like a fat whale on land?” Sharon asked, suppressing her laughter. What? That single handedly topped my list for the most ridiculous question I've ever heard in my life. And mind you, I've heard a lot of ridiculous questions. “That doesn't make sense at all,” I said, observing both of them as they burst out laughing and had failed attempts at hugging each other.