Black Humor Sayings Novels & Stories

Then…WHAM "What? You were in danger. You had to kill someone that was going to kill you." "Boo, that is generally how it works." "Soldier, this is not funny." "Oh, boo, I love how innocent you are. You know this is bound to happen. Now stop giving me grief and tell me how you are doing." "Absolutely fantastic. My ass is going to get as big as a bus because your mom cannot stop making those damn brownies." "You say as big as a bus?" "Don't you dare go and make a joke about it now?" "Okay, so the baby is still okay."

Humans can be dumb and annoying. “I finally kidnapped my ex,” I said. They gazed at me for a moment and immediately burst into fits of laughter. “I think you should try comedy; you are in the wrong place.” I joined them in the laughter. Indeed, people should really believe people; when they say what they say, they mean it. "Okay, what do you guys say that I moved over there and took her?” I said with a sip of vodka. "No, you can't, Jake. I think you should sit this one out. We have tried,” one of them said.

I was laughing with my best friend and the fact that I might die soon was pushed at the back of my head. "No, I've got a better one," I said still laughing, "I'm like Dracula whose down to his last meal." "And his fangs all fell out," Asher added and we both burst out into uncontrollable laughter. "Why are we finding this humorous?" I asked as I wiped a tear, "it's not even funny at all." "I guess we're just trying to laugh all our pain away and pretend it's just a huge joke," he answered as he sobered up. "I honestly don't want to think of you dying so soon and leaving me all alone in this crazy world."

Liam had an uncanny ability to infuse laughter and light-heartedness into any situation. His jokes, witty remarks, and playful banter seemed to dissolve the weariness of the physical work we were engaged in. The repetitive strokes of the paintbrush and the meticulous care required to refurbish the furniture might have been tiring, but Liam's humor was a refreshing reprieve. It kept us going, and his ability to make even mundane tasks feel like fun was a testament to his infectious spirit.

It might help if I get lost…or accidentally set the apartment on fire,” I teased, getting a hint of a smile that he buried by denying. "Or you'll probably starve the poor animal to death," he returned the joke, narrowing his gaze, making the lines of expression visible at the corners of his eyes. Since the incident in my bathroom we acquired the ability to joke when it came to Alzheimer's. Black jokes made the situation less overwhelming. He was the first person he could joke with like this. My friends didn't like it when he said things like that and found it cruel; what they didn't understand was that at the end of the day the one who would live in limbo would be me, and taking it so seriou

He shook his head and said, "I do not know." "you've entered the gates of hell!" The Black Bug Race seemed to have already seen Lucas' corpse. "Haha." Lucas smiled. Because he couldn't understand why the Black Bug Race dared to say such words to him. "Human, what are you laughing about?" The dozen Black Bug Race were all shocked. They couldn't understand why Lucas could still laugh. "I'm laughing because you don't know when you're about to die," Lucas slowly said. The beetles were enraged upon hearing this.

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.”

Samuel could always crack the lamest jokes in the most monotone voice. The chat was laughing. [LOLOL. Professor Grant, you know your metaphors! I like crazy boyfriends!] [So, those four idiots were harassing Layla, and she should let a mad dog loose to deal with them? LMAO. The chaos! I love it!]

“You’re like a sister to me. So, fuck it. Any other girl? Hell no.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity hitting me full force. “You know what? You’re hilarious, Nelly. I remember when you were still so dry, making those lame jokes about ‘six seven’ and cracking up when no one else found it funny. Good old days.” “Huh? My jokes were actually funny, girl.” She poked my side playfully, feigning offense. “Your humor—and everyone else’s—was definitely broken.” “Yeah, sure,” I dragged out, giggling. “Six-seven,” I teased again, mimicking her old deadpan delivery.

"I don't know what to say to you." "That's okay," Damian said kindly. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to. Just know that you can rely on me when things get tough. It's not fair to laugh together at silly jokes but not help each other in hard times." Damian's humor was exactly what she needed at that moment.