Absurd Funny Quotes Novels & Stories

I let out a sarcastic smile, “have fun inhaling carbon dioxide there.” With that, they burst out laughing. “We really need to think ways to put some humor inside your brain!” Ave exclaimed, still laughing. I pursed my lips. “I don’t need that.” “As expected from you,” Rebel chuckled. I roll my eyes heavenwards. I don’t need some humor. A bitter smile placed against my lips. I only need someone who’ll save me from this hell. “How about this?” “Your showing too much skin.” “This one?” “Too short.”

His statement was so unusual, so sudden, so out of the blue; and the absurdity of those words were so transparent, so evident, so plain, that the best way I could react or respond to his shocking statement was to erupt into a fit of laughter- stomach wrenching, breath taking, and head ticking laughter that originated from deep down in my throat, escaped through my lips in a light rumble, and it resonated and bounced on the walls of Adrian's cool and dark themed room. Adrian sat up on the King sized bed, staring at me with astonished eyes, and an amused expression was painted on his face. He watched, quietly, as I continued to laugh uncontrollably. "Are you laughing right now?" he asked incre

That's, absurdity to the highest degree! Irresistible my rotten shit! "It's just amusing how distinct you seem right now. Did you win a jackpot or something?" I give him that. I just feel like I need to play within the margins of his imbecility to soothe his ego. But damn! His hoax has imprinted a perpetual smirk on my face that I am unable to cloak. I can't brush it off even by taking my gazes off him. I guess this is the most humorous thing I have ever heard of.

What I see is a clown with the word 'moron' stamped on his stupid monkey face" Halton burst out laughing. "See? Isn't that man quite laughable just like a clown?" "HaHa Oh my god this is too funny" He laughed like an idiot, snorting like a pig. "And you speak too much for a dog! stop barking and drive!". "Yes, mam!"

While Vasky was often a wellspring of brilliance, this time, his suggestions seemed to take an unexpected detour into the realm of the absurd. ‌ Vasky's voice, laden with uncharacteristic whimsy, proposed a plan involving catapults and rubber chickens. "Picture this," he began, his words an invitation into the absurd, "we launch a battalion of rubber chickens into the heart of the company, distracting everyone with their sheer ridiculousness." ‌

It was no fun laughter but a scornful one that I found rather insulting. "Wait, what's funny?" I asked but she did not stop. It was really getting on my nerves. I mean, this was certainly that kind of laugh that would make a man's dick go flaccid during the act of intimacy. "Hailey, fucking get a grip!" I demanded. "Oh sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. Just that you're so funny." She said to me, "Funny? What is funny about an abortion?" I demanded. "You. I mean, do you think I called you here to discuss an abortion?" She demanded.

“Don’t you mean fangtastic?” “I most assuredly do not.” His face was now stern. I rolled my eyes. “OK, got it. Dick jokes are OK but vampire jokes are not. Touchy much?” His mouth was drawn in a thin line “Funny jokes are acceptable. Others should be met with the derision they deserve.” There was a pregnant pause and all silly jokes and puns rushed out of my head, so I settled for rolling my eyes at him as I jumped off the bar stool instead. “Do you have anyone you need to let know you’ll be away?” he asked

he explained, taking a scoop of fried rice, the grains fluffy and infused with egg, green onions, and a touch of soy for depth. I nodded, sharing my love for more modern sketch comedy, like the silly, over-the-top bits from shows like Saturday Night Live or Key & Peele. "The absurdity and timing get me every time," I said, reaching for another dumpling, dipping it carefully to avoid spilling. "Like those sketches where everything escalates in the most hilarious, unexpected ways it's pure ecstasy." The conversation flowed naturally, punctuated by bursts of laughter from the TV and our own comments, turning the meal into a delightful experience. The food was hot and comforting, the company eve

I love it when Jorge smiles at me. We were laughing about my latest pay in Cards Against Humanity. The black card asked us to complete the sentence, “Nothing in life is certain except death and ….” I put “kids with ass cancer.” “Damn girl, you are against humanity,” Jorge joked, laughing like music to my ears. “Sorry, I didn’t have anything else,” I laughed back. Stretch my legs out and Jorge picks them up. He starts rubbing my ankles. “I can’t believe my pregnant sister made that joke,” Solen choked out as he laughed.

He mused out loud, his voice filled with amusement. A sudden, breathless laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. The sheer absurdity of his comparison broke through the heavy, dark fog that had been suffocating me all afternoon. It felt strange to laugh—truly laugh—after eight days of endless nightmare, but Earl had this bizarre, magnetic ability to make the heaviest room feel light.