Comedy Gags Novels & Stories

For a second, neither of us spoke. Then I forced a smile. “I’m here. Guess what I got you.” Immediately, his eyes lit up. “What?” “I got you guys tickets to a comedy show. Apparently all the smart kids like you are going to be there. And I got VVIP tickets.” I paused dramatically. “Are you innnn?” Eli tilted his head. “Hmm. That sounds interesting.” Then came the question I should have expected. “Are the jokes going to be space-themed or dinosaur-themed?”

Great. So I do what any rational woman would do, I give up. I slide my dress back on sans bra, and of course, I’m busty, so now it’s a whole problem. My boobs are jiggling with every tip-toe toward the door, and just when I think I’ve made it out, he lets out the softest, tiniest fart. I stop in my tracks. My eyes widen. And then I giggle. Like, full-body, shoulders-shaking, silent giggles. He’s too hot to be real, and now he farts like a Disney prince? I’m dying.

His accent and impersonation might have been terrible, but he succeeded in making the girls and I burst out in a fit of laughter. I laughed harder when during his goofing around, the girls began to throw popcorn at him. I looked up at the clock, and I was relieved to see I didn’t have long to wait until Doyle was due back. Lilly got up and put another movie on. This time she chose the romantic comedy, 'How to Lose A Guy In 10 Days.'

That person will turn into a beast, and he’ll only be able to watch, unable to do anything. Until one night, when Harbinger of Doom, the girl in his previous team, suddenly sent Andy a list of 60 hilarious jokes. Andy had been puzzled and nonchalant reading them at first, but as time went on, the jokes began to affect him, and he loosened up. Soon, Andy found himself laughing, and before he realized it, he calmed down and fell asleep. Surprisingly, it happened the next day and the day after. Before Andy realized it, he found himself expecting the jokes more and more. After all, they helped him calm down and forget his sorrow, even if it was for a brief moment.

He tried to lighten the mood, but she didn’t seem to buy it. Leon decided to continue with his jokes despite noticing her impassive look. “One day, two tomatoes went shopping together. The one in front kept turning back to talk to the tomato at the back, but the latter didn’t respond. Suddenly, as the skies darkened, she finally mentioned coolly, ‘I thought we’re tomatoes, so we’re not supposed to talk right?’” Upon hearing his joke, Heather merely replied, “Hehe.” In actual fact, she hated gags as it just wasn’t funny to her at all. Meanwhile, he finally turned to glance at the congestion in front of him after noticing her look of annoyance. I thought it was quite funny.

Both of them end up entangled in a comedic display of limbs and laughter. The room reverberates with unbridled amusement, our laughter echoing off the walls. Tears stream down our faces as we struggle to catch our breath, the hilarity of the situation overwhelming us. It is a moment of pure joy, where even the simplest mishaps become the source of endless amusement.

That was the plan until my lawyer, Devon, told me last week that getting married could help fix my image and the company’s reputation. “Well, Alex,”I said flatly, “I’m glad Henry has met your expectations.” Sandy glared at me. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Aiden.” “If you cared about good conversations, you wouldn’t have married a man who thinks fart jokes are the peak of comedy,” I shot back. "Congratulations would’ve been enough,”Sandy said, stabbing her fork in the air. "Bite me,” I said, finishing my drink and slamming the glass down.

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'm all for going to a comedy show, but when I'm the only person who is there to laugh, it's way less funny and 10 times more awkward. Frankly, I didn't really find any of his jokes that funny either... and he told a LOT of jokes. But, I did my best to fake believable laughs, and I even attempted a joke or two of my own. By the time I arrived at the top floor though, I can honestly say I felt mentally drained. I felt as though my quota for faking nice today was already met, and that's not really the way I should feel as I moved to sit across from Dakota.

Rachel teased, smirking at him as she edged away from him slowly and he slowly approached her, showing her the tickle hands. "Not tickles please not tickles," Rachel muttered as she started to pick up the pace and he followed her with his full strength as she sprinted off her feets. At this point, the MC who was some comedic industry plant was telling some lame joke to people who were too rich to care, but willingly smiled and laughed for the camera. Made sense, because this event was being broadcasted in every station that mattered. "And what on God's earth brings a smile to your face? because I sure as hell know it ain't his dry as sahara jokes that make me thirsty and not even in the nice