A Hilarious Story Novels & Stories

Way too much food. But nobody seemed to care. The apartment filled with laughter. Stories. Jokes. Playful arguments. At one point Lily and Greta somehow ended up debating who knew me better. Minnie naturally joined in. Mostly to expose embarrassing childhood stories. Which I absolutely did not appreciate. "Remember when Carla tried cutting her own hair?" "Minnie." "And cried because she looked like a mushroom?" "MINNIE." The laughter that followed nearly shook the apartment. I buried my face in a pillow.

Shira said, taken aback. “Yes, very. You're a terrible story teller.” He said and fell into a fit of giggles which Shira feared would soon turn into a coughing fit. “Alright, alright” She said, giggling. His laughter was contagious. “Can I try again? Let me try again, that's only fair.” “Go ahead.” He said, staring at her amusedly.

she said and I moved away from her a bit. “What?” I asked. “You know how he never ages? People say he uses other people to elongate his life,” she continued. In the seriousness of it all, I couldn't help it and I burst out laughing. Hilda frowned at my reaction but that only made the whole thing funnier. “I…I'm sorry,” I said amidst my laughing fit as I clutched my stomach. I laughed for a good three minutes before the laughter died down and I stood upright. “Did I crack a joke?” She asked with a frown.

"You should. You're the only one who can tell the story better than I." Mister Delacroix took a sip of his wine, savoring the moment before beginning. "It all started on a hot Sunday afternoon…” Throughout the narration, the room was filled with laughter. I couldn't believe the story of how my grandma became friends with the billionaires. It was surreal. Hillary, on the other hand, kept his gaze fixed on me, his eyes making me feel like I was being devoured. I couldn't stand it, so I kept drinking more water to suppress the uneasy feeling in my stomach.

He just nodded and smiled and moved on to something else Instead‚ he told me stories about his department at work that had me laughing so hard I almost choked on my bruschetta. He told me about the time he accidentally sent a personal email to the entire company mailing list and had to sit through an HR meeting about appropriate workplace communication while three hundred people read his grocery list. He told me about his dog‚ a golden retriever named Biscuit who had eaten his couch cushions twice and he still couldn't bring himself to be mad about it.

"Pregnancy has become disadvantage to you, Kitcat...I bet he'll tell you the grass is too green for you to step outside tomorrow." "Shut up, Liam. I'm not trying to make jokes." "And see...your pregnancy has become a disadvantage to me too...look at him snapping at me because of a fetus." "I'd advise you to shut your mouth, Liam...his face is getting red, it's about to swell...he's transforming into..." "Angry bird!" Liam and Fredd bursted out into hysterical laughing at their apparently funny joke...but Zillon didn't seem to find it funny, he was as serious as judge. "F*cking idiots..."

Laurel slapped her head in frustration, and she looked like she should have picked dare instead. "Okay, so you guys better not make a joke of me, alright? I was late for class one day and the lecturer was already around. As I ran into the class, I accidentally tripped on my own feet and fell in front of the whole class. And to make the matter worse, I farted as I landed flat on the ground." Laurel explained as she covered her face in shame. Oh my God!! That must have been so fucking embarrassing. Even though Laurel told us not to laugh at her story, we all did. It was the funniest and the most embarrassing thing I've heard this week.

And so, on and on ,like the osscilation of a pendulum, the disheartening piece of my bio churned while the sands of time dripped slowly and slowly as it watched my narration irks the soul of the spectators. That I thought, but it appeared to be nothing but a blunt lie. It was a revolving piece of gags and laughs. A piece of funny cake, a chunk of interesting cheese, a loaf of an adventurous bread and a real ginger to the spirits of the audience. They applauded.

Rehana had already passed out while Rudra was talking. Rudra and Anu shared some of their high school stories, most of them were embarrassing. Ana turned all red when Rudra told us how she went strip poking in front her landlady when she was drunk. I had to bite my lips to the point they bled, to stifle my laughter. "That must be quite a show." I added while chuckling. "Oh, Shut up, not you too." My wife groaned beside me. "Actually it's fine you can do that again if you want, just make sure I am in the audience. The only audience to be more precise."

Harrison splutters, trying his hardest to tell his story in between fits of laughter. “I took your mother on that cliff trail. We had found a lost dog and were going to take it to the local shelter, hoping its owner would claim it. She was holding its lead while standing on a rock, and the bloody thing saw a rabbit and charged towards it, pulling her off the stone. She would honestly swear blind that she fell from a cliff; she curled up in the mud in the foetal position. When I asked her where it hurt, she screamed at me, ‘Fucking everywhere you twat’,” He tells us after pointing to a walking trail, again in hysterics by the end of his tale.