Anecdotal Humor Examples Novels & Stories

He looked around and said, “Who’s chopping onions here, huh? Show yourself!” “If this keeps up, I’m going to need a tissue sponsorship from Adrian,” Samuel added. Then, he pointed to everyone, saying, “If anyone asks why Halliport’s former chief justice cried, just tell them that dust came into my eyes. I’m sticking with that story!” “Haha! Oh, my god, Zia!” Riley exclaimed. “I know, right? My dad’s sense of humor is so sharp, I’m pretty sure he could cut a cake with just a punchline!” Clint remarked, and more laughter erupted around their table.

“Do you like jokes?” “I do,” I said. He told me one about a duck in a library that made no sense and made perfect sense because he laughed so hard at the end that he forgot the last word and had to start again. Emma rolled her eyes and said she had a better one, and then her punchline was the same as Eli’s by accident and they both laughed until Stella smiled, and I had to look down for a second because the feeling in my chest was too much. When the laughter faded, Emma picked at a crumb and looked up. “Where do you live?”

“Yeah, like your old buddy, Jocelyn, who's true love is nextdoor and, as a matter of fact, goes for dates every single day in her dream world, a.k.a hashtag fiction!” Still crying, Amanda was like, “Ah-ha-ha-ha!” to “Mu-ha-ha-hah!” then, “Gosh, that is so funny. . . I mean, sorry I'm laughing!” “I'm really happy I have a psycho for a bestie,” said Joce, rolling her eyes which only seemed to have fuelled the former's laughter. “Get a grip, girl! I'm starving, by the way, mind a meal?” “Bills on you, then!”

As we perused the menu, placing our orders with the attentive waitress, Victor's playful nature began to shine through our conversation. He regaled me with amusing anecdotes, his quick wit and infectious laughter filling the air. I couldn't help but be drawn into his joyous energy, each of his funny remarks eliciting genuine laughter from me. "You know," Victor chuckled, leaning in slightly, "I once tried to cook a gourmet meal and ended up burning toast. It was quite a masterpiece of culinary disaster."

“He’s okay. He just stepped out a while ago — probably arguing with the vending machine again.” She let out a chuckle, her shoulders bouncing slightly. “That man could lose a debate to a doorknob.” I laughed, adding, “Do you remember that time he tried to fix the microwave with duct tape and a spoon?” Her laugh turned into a wheeze. “Oh God! He swore it would ‘channel heat more efficiently.’ I nearly died of laughter when it exploded and fried his eyebrows!” We both laughed until we teared up. For a moment, the weight on my shoulders lightened.

he joked. I made us a simple breakfast, eggs, toast, fruit, and the strong coffee he liked. We ate at the island, talking about nothing heavy. He told me a funny story about one of his executives sending an email with the wrong attachment, a cat meme instead of the quarterly report. I told him about the latest drama in my study group someone accidentally calling the professor “daddy” in class. He grinned. “Sounds like a good time.” “It was mortifying for her,” I laughed. “But kind of hilarious.”

“Okay, professor Barbra, please go ahead,’’ I saluted. She laughed at my attempt of humor, the attempt of humor that was very dry and wasn’t leading anywhere. “Another irrational, but good example, take for instance a child, we have a child here and he is supposed to eat, then as soon as you set the bowl of cereals and a spoon in front of the five-year-old, he makes one big announcement, can you guess the announcement?’’ she asked to confirm if I was really listening. “Even in one thousand years, you know I can’t, I am bad at guesses,’’ I replied. The only reason I knew I was bad at guessing is because most of the hard exams, I guessed almost all answers, an act that ensured I always failed

Human. “So,” he said after a moment, “the assumptions you made on page twelve… explain them again.” I launched into it, gesturing as I spoke, more animated now that I was fed and focused. Halfway through, I made an offhand joke about the market behaving like a stubborn child refusing to cooperate. To my surprise, Adrian laughed. Not a sharp, humorless sound. A real laugh. It caught me so off guard that I stopped talking mid-sentence. “What?” he asked, still smiling faintly.

I start with a small giggle on my face. “I spent my day work all day, mmm at my family company” I laugh. “W-what! That was so boring” Z laughs. “Huh, and I got drunk in the middle of the night, in my bedroom floor, and woke up on couch all the time” I end. Both of us laughing because of the story, our faces are getting red because of the laugh. “Oh, my goodness! That’s insane!” Z tried to stop her laughs and leave a little giggle on her face. “Yeah, my life was insane!” I laugh softly.

"Right." And suddenly we're laughing. And it isn't the half-spirited laughter that someone does when a joke is sort of funny. No, it's the laughter that brings an ache to your stomach. The type of laughter that makes your cheeks hurt and your eyes form tears. And I think at first we were laughing at my horrible navigation skills yet again, but now it's laughter about Abraham Collingwood, about taking a wrong turn in the forest, about getting lost in said forest, about hurting my foot and about helping a baby deer become reunited with her mother. It's laughter about the pure, raw, ridiculousness of the entire day. About the unimaginable odds of the events of today happening to the both of us.