Wong Memes Novels & Stories

Bima shouted, his brain working overtime. System, another idea! How do I make him even more embarrassed?! [System Suggestion: Create a more personal meme! Target the BOSS Zombie's 'failed review' content trauma!] [Meme: 'The Master of Disgusting Food Reviews – When Trash Food Becomes the Main Content'] [Effect: BOSS Vlogger's appeal -50%! Risk of random berserk mode!] Random berserk mode? Bima swallowed hard. But there was no other choice. He looked at the BOSS Zombie, who was now focused on Lia, trying to capture her "epic counterattack."

I taunted him. "Nothing is enough," he huffed. "Should I break your skull or chop off your finger? And then, you can imagine the 'oh ho ho ho' tone in your mind in the background," I jokingly threatened him. (Oh ho ho ho is a song that's widely used as a meme for depicting sad or fucked up situations in India) "What the fuck? I am upset and crying over here and you're imagining about a meme in such a serious situation?" He complained.

Dang it! /W.W/

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

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Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"

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“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

I smile and hug my rotten pillow and think it's Gerald. My face is a little gloomy and scared, imagining what happened last night with Mas Rangga. I was stuttering because I was almost caught. I quickly pressed the home button and looked for memes that I often shoot on-screen—and pretending to laugh, as if it was the trigger that turned into a joke. Mas Rangga read the meme with a face that was not affected. Yes, we are very opposite. Mas Rangga is very serious, so for him, memes are crisp. Finally, I took Mas Rangga home because it would make him even more suspicious.

“Hi, Mr. Wong, we’re looking for someone specific, a certain Mrs. Mei. We were told she’s been staying here. Do you think you can help us?” Mr. Wong took a second glance at the limo behind them and how sophisticated they all looked, and his smile widened. “It depends on if you can jog my memory. You know I’m an old man, and it’s difficult to remember.” Will chuckled lightly as he dug his hand into his blazer and took out some money. “Will two thousand dollars jog your memory?” he asked as Mr. Wong took the money from him. “She stays here, but two thousand dollars can’t give you the exact room number,” Mr. Wong smiled, revealing his brown teeth that kept creeping Jess out as she held on to Jo