Stupid Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

“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.”

If they were to compare, it would be like comparing a genius with an idiot! It was said that geniuses would not like idiots! Phoebe could not help but think in a somewhat depressed manner. Donald drank a few mouthfuls of water, then looked up at her and said, "What are you thinking with your face sullen?" "Let me ask you a question. Do you think smart people like to get along with smart people?" After Phoebe asked this question, she felt that this question was stupid enough. Ah, her stupidity was truly everywhere.

‘Questions are creative acts of Intelligence.’ Whoever spoke that nonsense definitely wasn’t in love or anything close. Because if he were, he definitely wouldn’t say that. Questions are stupid acts of intelligence when drowning in love. You ask them, not to know the answer but rather to fuck with people’s head. One such situation is going on right here. “why?” I asked as I looked at the nice invitation to an engagement that is going to happen in the Alexeev’s mansion and there was my name on it.

“What did you just say to me?” “I asked a question. Answer it,” the woman said, leaning back and crossing her legs. “Did she attend a university? Yes or no?” “Well… yes, but—” “I didn't ask for a ‘but.’ If you can’t answer a simple closed-ended question, you’re going to fail the interview within five minutes. Keep your ‘buts’ to yourself.” The girl in green turned bright red. “Why are you helping her? Don't tell me… did you go to that pathetic Sunnyside school, too?”

I whispered. "But isn't it crazy, all those rules for a damn single plant, how do you keep track of it?" He questioned me. "I don't make the rules dude and if you're so disturbed with it, you might as well go ask whatever god you serve." "You really don't have to come all out on me like that." Tank mused. "I had to, you keep coming up with all this stupid questions and then covering it up with intelligent questions." I stated. "Probably the questions aren't the stupid ones." Tank said thoughtfully.

“Really? Who is a good listener? That’s your first question?” “What?” I said, smiling at her. “What would your number one question be then?” “Hmmm let me see. How about who has a bigger dick? Or Who is better at sex and giving head and who gives me more orgasms?” Jade laughed so hard she fell on the bed.

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?”

she said. I wondered about the questions she wants to ask me. "Go ahead and ask," I said. "My first question is, is the biological father of your son handsome? And if he is, is he as handsome as the man that brought you to the hospital?" she asked with a smile. Gosh! What a stupid question! I just couldn't comprehend why some people are always nosey and forever asking stupid questions. Is it so difficult for them to mind their business? Suddenly, Luther's handsome face flashed into my mind. Even though everyone that knows Luther knows he is evil, there is no denying the fact that he is handsome.

He asks, looking back away toward where the maid had disappeared. “I was just wondering,” I begin, not really sure if there was an appropriate way to ask the question or if I should just come out and say it, “, why are some people so weird around you and others aren’t?” The question seemed to take him by surprise as his ears lift slightly and pull back. I didn’t even know he could do that. Then he smiles warmly,

“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..