Anecdote Humor Novels & Stories

I want her here every morning, making me coffee while I cook her eggs. I want to watch those gold-flecked eyes peeking over the top of her mug as she tells me something brilliant. I want to earn that easy smile by saying something humorous. Record scratch, I'm not funny guy. I never say anything humorous except I had in the Elevator. I'd made her laugh then, Around her I turn into someone else. Someone better, You're not the bad guy.

I said with a smile, for some reasons one of the girls snotted a laugh while the other sneaked in a giggle. "I hope the joke is really funny, Peculiar," Max said looking at the one who appeared older, the one who had something to say earlier "No brother, Julian was just telling a joke," She said "Or is the joke here within us," The woman besides his father said to my surprise

He realized my anxiety. "Okay, my day. Let me see, hmm...” I don't know what came over me, but I narrated my day to this stranger, who listened and seemed interested. We ended up talking, and he told me about himself. I was too drunk to pay attention to details, I couldn't believe it, but this tattooed man turned out to be more fun than Clinton. He had a great sense of humor and made me laugh. Even drunk, I still noticed the mysteriousness in his eyes, which I loved.

I truly hoped so. ~~~ "What? No way!" I laughed so hard, I wondered how he was able to keep driving with so much focus after telling such a hilarious anecdote. I would have thrown myself off the road if I was in his position, laughing so much. "Yes it did happen and it was so embarrassing, I never went to any of her events again," He chuckled deeply. I sighed as my choking fit of bubbly laughter died down and stared up at the darkening sky. "Thanks for picking me up from the office."

They all laughed at my silly jokes which lessen my nervousness. “That’s fine young lady, and just by looking at your face and curvy body, we know and we could tell already that you’re going to hit big, which is you’re already big” Again the room filled with laughter. An elegant and formal meeting turns to be a talk show where they all asked me questions about my experience and the works I had done in Europe and in the Americas. I can see Hadrian smiling widely on his cheer as the guest were entertained by my silly jokes and some boring stories.

"Look proud." "I'm trying." "Try harder." His grin returned. I could tell he was enjoying this far too much. The conversation drifted toward safer topics. We talked about movies, his travels and embarrassing work stories. To my surprise, Roman had plenty of them. Apparently, being wealthy didn't protect people from making fools of themselves. At one point, he described accidentally walking into the wrong boardroom during an important meeting. I laughed so hard my eyes watered as he spoke. The image was too ridiculous and Roman looked offended, which only made it funnier.

The call came unusual. And unexpectedly funny. Immediately I picked the call. Selene spends several minutes complaining about a disastrous street-food adventure she and Ravenna attempted earlier in the day. I haven’t laughed this hard. “You wouldn’t believe I’ve used the toilet for more ten times Liora.” “Oh dear, Thats what you get for being adventurous. I laughed so hard. We turned the experience into an increasingly ridiculous story. I found myself laughing harder than I had in weeks. The ease of the conversation reminds me of how far we have come.

Jim recounts amusing anecdotes from work, and I share the humorous escapades of my day, creating a tapestry of shared joy. "Remember that time we got lost during our road trip?" Jim chuckles, his eyes glinting with nostalgia. "Oh, how could I forget?" I laugh, the memory resurfacing vividly. "We were convinced the GPS had a mind of its own." Our shared laughter becomes a celebration of the ordinary, a reminder that the beauty of our connection lies in the simplicity of these moments. The conversation seamlessly transitions to more profound subjects – our hopes for the future, the challenges we've overcome, and the unwavering support that defines our partnership.

"You know, Sophia, I like that about you – the ability to find humor in even the most embarrassing moments." I blushed slightly, appreciating the compliment. "Well, life's too short to take everything too seriously, right?" Lucas nodded in agreement. "Exactly. So, what about you? Any embarrassing tales you're willing to share?" I raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming. "Oh, you're turning the tables now, huh? Alright, how about you tell me your most embarrassing moment first." He chuckled, scratching his head. "Alright, fair deal. Once, I mistook my boss's wife for his sister at a company event. It was awkward, to say the least."

"I thought I knew how to make an omelette. I guess not." "Don't beat yourself up, or should I say cut yourself up?" "Haha, that was terrible." "It was good, it was a good joke," "Then how come I'm not laughing?" "Cause I think you cut up your funny bone too," Marcus couldn't hold back his laugh, "that made no sense, at all." "Yet you laughed, so mission accomplished. When I was a kid, my dad would make a bunch of dad jokes whenever we got hurt just to distract us from the pain, they were rarely funny." Marcus chuckled. "But it's the effort that counts, huh?"