Thank God Its Friday Funny Novels & Stories

“I think it would be even better if you go f*ck the meat grinder.” Griff laughed out loud and even jumped around in joy. He was even in tears as he laughed, but it was not known what was funny with what Javier had said exactly. Griff wiped his tears and said to Javier, “Alright then. Since you’re such a playful one, allow me to grant your wish.” After that, Griff waved his hand at his underlings. “Go on, go bring out the meat grinder. We’re going to have our eyes peeled as this guy here shows us how great it is to be able to f*ck it!”

"Let me guess... Mr. CEO is texting you something very important like 'Update the spreadsheet by 6:47 p.m.' or 'Why is the coffee machine making that noise?'" I burst out laughing. "Stop!" "Or maybe Emma, I need you to alphabetize my socks.'" I laugh harder, covering my mouth. My eyes became wet with mirth. Ethan joined me in laughing. People glanced over, smiling at us. Ethan stared at me before the two of us reached a calm state. "Hey... what if we do this again? This weekend. There’s a new comedy movie out. We could go. Popcorn. Soda. We will share laughs about the terrible jokes.”

Feedback quickly poured in. George texted, "Wow, Ms. Graham is working on the weekend. She's way more dedicated than us. Impressive!" Alan replied, "Now I feel bad for slacking off. I need to get to work too!" Clara chimed in, "Angela, can't we enjoy a bit of rest during the weekend? You're up so early and already working—such dedication!" The chat, which began professionally, soon turned into a lively thread of jokes and memes.

"Who do you think you are hm? This my phone. Not yours. What is your problem?" Lindani untied the towel from his waist letting it fall to the floor. Xolo's eyes didn't look elsewhere. They looked down right where Lindani spoiled everything by having boxers on. Xolo could have screamed. "Tease" he mumbled without his knowledge. Making Lindani to only smirk. "So how's Friday?" He asked Xolo yet again. Xolo placed the phone on his other hand. Looking at the picture on the screen. Friday. "She's fine by her voice. She's hundred percent fine. I miss her. I miss her so much right now."

"Sir, are you asking me? Well... Mrs. Barnett must know she was wrong and is apologizing to you." Freddy purses his lips and says, "Everyone should have a chance to be forgiven. For the sake of her gift giving, my anger has decreased." Amy quickly agrees. "That's how it is between husband and wife. Sir, you are really magnanimous." Freddy purses his hips as if he is smiling. He calmly opens the gift box. A DVD stands out in front of his eyes. This DVD has a very prominent title. The DVD is called "Only fools get angry." On its cover, there is a picture of a critically ill old man blowing his beard and glaring, as if he is cursing someone angrily.

"OI! WAIT ME! ARGGHHH!!" Grrrrrrr!! I SWEAR, I HATE THE HAPPY THREE FRIENDS

Skeet stared at her. "Say it again." Norah went pale. Her phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor. "Wait—let me explain... I was just joking with a friend—" "Joking?" He stepped in. "You called my fiancée washed-up. That's a joke?" "That's not what I meant—" "You said I was dumb. Said I was asking to be played. That's a joke?" Her lips shook. Nothing came out.

"Yes, I did. Now could you do me a favor and throw more light on the subject." "You are doing it again," Goodness laughed. "What am I doing again?" "You are telling me to throw more light on the subject." "And what is strange about telling a friend to throw more light on a subject that he brought up?" "So, you don't know what is funny in your statement?" "I honestly don't know what is funny in my statement. I am as confused as a hawk who found out about week ago that he has been stalking the grave where his dead mother was laid to rest."

Fri - 12:30am From: Lyf Dawson How are you, sissy? Is it true that you got sick and were admitted to AGH? Sorry, I can’t visit you today. I have a lot of paper works right now. Get well soon! Love you! :* I giggled while reading Fellice's message. I called her 'Lyf' — a combination of her first and second name, just to tease her. But she liked it so instead of annoying her, it became her nickname.

“I can’t wait for Friday so you’ll crush those people faces, especially that shortie.” “Who? Mr Reyes?” He nodded. “Don’t tell me the great Julian is scared of him.” I teased. “Scared of someone who’s not half my height, oh please, tell another joke.” He said and burst into laughter. Which I joined. All of a sudden Next Friday suddenly didn’t feel a week away. It felt like a countdown.