Adult Funny Short Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

The night rolled on in a blur of laughing, teasing and ridiculous stories. They roasted Samira for the time she tripped during a big corporate event. Tasha told a story about accidentally emailing a love confession to the whole company. Devin swore up and down he saw a ghost in the break room once. Then Theo talked about the time Samira accidentally sent a draft ad with a massive typo to the entire executive board ("Best Crapper Rates!" instead of "Best Career Rates!"). Samira turned beet red, and she covered her face with her hands while everyone howled with laughter.

A tiny little laugh floats from the back as I step forward and see the only child in the whole freak show sitting on a makeshift counter, giggling while Billy makes faces and Axel is leaning down to bandage his knobbly knee. “Would you stop making him squirm?” Axel grumbles. “I’m making him laugh.” He shoots back. “Well, it’s hard to clean a wound when he is wiggling around and you making him laugh is making him wiggle.” “Just hurry and I won’t have to make him laugh.” Al giggles at the two bickering men. “You are silly!” Al squeals in glee. “Silly! You want silly?” Axel says, his voice is so soft and inviting.

Which was funny in itself. “I need some food,” I told Gracie, who was heading to the dodgems. “Catch you later,” she said as we parted ways. As I sat and ate my double cheeseburger and fries, I couldn’t help but overhear an argument from a nearby trailer. Someone has been sleeping with someone’s wife. I watch as a scuffle unfolds. “Who needs TV when you have entertainment like this?” a human boy says as he sits next to me. We watch in silence as a scuffle takes place in the tiny trailer and a man is thrown through the door. He is then fired. I snorted with laughter. It must have been the fair owner’s wife he was sleeping with.

She loves them. Bad jokes have always seemed to be the best way to get to know a person, the way he receives them, the way he gives them. If you can give a bad joke and laugh even though one has already heard it and one knows that it is not good, that speaks of anyone as a human being. She is a lover of everything that is fun, and since this pandemic began, Cali has seen people’s true color. A guy on the internet saw some photos of her and proposed an interesting business.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, revealing a hairy chest, and tossed it onto the couch behind him. The room erupted in cheers and claps, like it was the funniest thing they’d seen all night, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as I watched. It didn’t stop there. The next hand went down, and another guy had to peel off his pants, standing there in his boxers while the group razzed him about his skinny legs.

I was out of the building in under four minutes. The underground club was exactly what I needed. It was dark, loud, full of people who didn’t know my last name or my new babysitter. I danced, drank something sweet and strong, and flirted with a guy who had tattoos crawling up his neck. For once, no massive shadow was watching my every move. I was finally having fun and Jax wasn’t here to stop me. That was until the room started tilting. One minute I was laughing, the guy’s hand on my waist. The next, my limbs felt heavy, my thoughts fuzzy and slow.

they complained. At this moment, Alex had the craziest and stupid idea ever. she hesitantly has her hand and spoke: What if we just write a kind of friend love letter to the person we get? Like a kind of joke? The teacher loved the Idea. The money grubbers found it a very good idea. The jokers saw a big opportunity and the shy ones were a too-small minority to make a real opposition. She was happy, but just because everyone was happy and it would be very funny.

My phone was in my hand, video calling a friend of mine who was just as much of a slut as I was we laughed, trading dirty jokes, when it happened. I bumped into someone. Hard. I screamed out of pure shock. He screamed too. My phone slipped from my hand and clattered to the ground. I froze, because when I looked up, what stood before me wasn’t just a man, it was a tall, black man, completely naked, his hand fumbling to cover himself. For a split second, though, he lost hold of himself, and I saw it. His cock, thick, long, standing proudly like it had been carved from stone.