Stupid Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

It was just his name. "You don't know, who am I? You really don't know or you are just pretending not to know me?" Instead of answering my questions, he asked me some dumb questions. I called them dumb because I did not understand why would he ask me anything like that. It was not like he was a celebrity or something. Not that I have known if he really was a celebrity. And I have not seen him ever in my life. I was sure I did not know him.

“Are you kidding me?” “Not even a little bit,” I replied, holding his gaze. “You answer mine, I answer yours. Fair deal, right?” He let out a breath, clearly skeptical. “Alright. You first.” At first, we kept it light, throwing out the usual stuff—favorite color, TV shows, first kiss, the first time we hacked something, even the first time we killed someone. But then, without even realizing it, the questions started digging a little deeper. I tried to keep my stupid mouth shut but once we got going, it was like I couldn’t stop myself.

“Questions like what?” I knew he asked just to tease me. I could have played around, but instead, I decided to fight fire with fire and give him the real answer. “How many legs do slugs have? Why are slugs homeless? Are they leaving the snot trail because they actually hid their houses and it’s the only way to find a way back home? How many miles per hour is the maximum speed for slugs? Oh, I never thought they are that slow, but if they’re so slow, how come my friends told me they’re fast? When I grow up, can I have a slug? Can I have three? What about two? Two or no deal, mommy, I need my slugs. Pops said I will have a slug in my pants when I grow up. Why must the slug spit in other’ faces

" He looks at me and slightly cocks his head; he knows that I am not done with my questions yet. "Do we have animals?" "Just horses." "Are we going to go riding?" 'Yes." "Do you have those four-wheelers?" "Yes." "You playing twenty questions again?" I avoid his question, and a whole new level of stupidity sets over me. "Can I try something?" "Depends." "Depends on what?" "On what it is?"

If stuck in some question or don't know the answer I simply said no. I want to smack Nick and James face when they asked me question out of my field. I wanted to pour full glass of water on both of them when James asked me the questions related to the law and Nick asked me draw a architecture design of the given measurement. I mean seriously, they know I am here for the accountant post. Siddharth was glaring them when they asked me such stupid questions and both of them just smirking. I think they are here just to teas me. I replied their questions answers as a simple no.

He should as well have a cold shower than having to play a question and answer game he remembered playing when he was 5 with a hard-on. "Please," she pleaded pouting and because he was a fool and had a weakness that started with M, he settled back. "So, you are to answer a question in the next five seconds then ask a question back. Anyone who takes more than five seconds, before they blurt out answers loses." Xavier nodded in agreement asking her to go first. "Favorite pizza topping?" "Pepperoni." He smiled, "Favorite colour?" "Black." He chuckled not believing her choice of favorites as he had expected her to go for pink or yellow, something girly. "Where have you always wanted to visit?"

she nodded her head I asked "we dont get anything for free in this world at the sametime no one in this world gives us anything without asking but there is something which you get for free of cost though you never asks for it what is it" dhiren said "stupid question there is nothing like that in this world" I passed a death glare which made him shut liam said "making him scared doesn't mean you're right man dont ask lame questions which don't have answer" I replied "I didn't asked you both to answer or talk about my question matter is between me and this little girl let her reply or else ask her to leave"

I suggested. "I know what 20 questions is. It's stupid." He gruffed. "No, it's not. It's a way for us to know each other better. Please." I made a puppy face. "Ew, stop it." He frowned playfully. "I don't have any questions to ask you." "Just ask anything, I'll go first." I said with a grin. "Uhm…" I trailed off, taking a bite of my pancake. "How many…" I scratched my head. "How old were you when…" I looked around then sighed.

The stupid party finally started with Shane’s mother’s friends bombarding him with questions which were what he hated. He had done so as a child, as a teenager and still does as an adult, why do they want to know so much about him? To add salt to his wounds, their sluts of daughters won’t even let him be, they are even asking about his private life. Just what is it with them?

"Why is it not possible? Do you think I'm as stupid as your aunty?" … ...