Stupid Funny Questions Novels & Stories

“I asked you a damn question.” “Well, I can’t answer your stupid question because I don’t fucking talk to dirty piggies like you.” I chuckled, but the laughter knocked out of me as my head jerked to the side with a force. My eyes widened at the sting on my left cheek. “Did you fucking slap me?!”

He did not even try to answer each question and just left everything blank. “What is this?” I ask when Lukas is already standing in front of me. “Did you get any issue with the questions?” “No,” he curtly answers. “And so?” I ask. He didn’t follow it up. Instead, he just looks at me as if I am asking him nonsensical things. “Lukas, can you explain why you did not answer any of the questions?” “It’s stupid.” I raise my brow. “The quiz questions are stupid?” “I don’t see why I will need to know the answers to those questions to succeed in life.”

“Thank you for staying with us, Kath.” The game continued and it was one of the weirdest set of questions and dares I've ever encountered in my life. They would ask questions like ' do you know who invented the chalk?' or ' I dare you to act like the most popular person ever existed in this whole wide world. Weird but atleast...we're happy..

“Your turn to ask a question.” He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Alright. What’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever done?” “Oh God,” Sophia groaned, covering her face with her hand. “This is going to be embarrassing.” “That’s the point,” Jenny said with a mischievous grin. Jacob raised an eyebrow at me. “Come on, brother. Spill it.” I shrugged. “I’ve lived a long time. Hard to pick just one thing.” “Oh, come on,” Sophia said, nudging me. “There has to be something.”

This is Geology for god’s sake and not a fucking pickup line class or dumb forums for dumb boys. Valentine is a clear shot joke! In the end, I have to answer all five of the questions on my own, to the best of my ability with my independent brain, and my own stock knowledge and my trembling hand and my own damn sleepy eyes. Valentine was just there sitting right in front of me playing something on his phone. He’s so insensitive and rude and handsome, and above all of that, he was a dull, stupid fatuous person.

*huff* "That's not an actual reason, dumbass" Dumb??? It's not dumb! "You look stupid. Are all humans the same?" What's with him? He called me a dumbass before and now stupid, and still, I can't get angry at him. Otherwise, he will snap my neck into two. "Hahaha" He laughed hard. "You are too small and can't talk, and you stink. Your blood is not giving me a smell, and you are too skinny to eat. You are not worth anything, so I don't have any reason to spare you"

Or an alien? I know, I know. I am stupid. Like, this is so cliche. This is how most characters in a cliche movie gets killed. And I am doing it. Why? Curiousity. And I want to satisfy my curiousity. Like, what's with the sound? Yeah. You're stupid. Why do you even get A's? Stupid brain insulting me.

I asked, getting irritated by their insipid jokes. “What slave girl are you talking about? The one who appears to be the group leader said. “Have you been smoking weed” another asked. “You look like you need help” the skinny one added. “Stop it!” I screamed at the four of them, I was getting frustrated with their stupid pranks. Are they trying to drive me nuts, what was with all the clownish attitude?

I don't think she gave me any choice here! "Ok!" I tilted my head, asking her to go forward. "So tell me how will you put an elephant in a refrigerator?" She raised her eyebrows. Has she gone mad or what? "I don't know!" I said blankly. "Open the fridge and put the elephant in it. Simple! Isn't it?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "You are crazy!" I chuckled. "Ok, one more question!" She folded her legs and shifted towards me "how will you put a donkey in the refrigerator?"

He sighed again as he tutted, “I do not see what you are trying to accomplish.” I threw my hands up in defeat, “Okay, another question. What is my favorite color?” Ford looked baflwed, “what is this nonsense?” “Who am I closer to? My dad or my mom?” He didn’t answer, so I fired another round of questions, “what are my grandparents called? Which one is my favourite? Who is my best friend? What food do I hate? What food is my favorite? Oh… Last one… What have I been doing for the last couple of weeks to help this pack?”