Comedy Gags Novels & Stories

But I could hear the woman's annoying giggles, plus she was also hitting Francesco's chest in a flirtatious way. I wasn't sure when Francesco became a comedian that he was now making women laugh. “What an annoying jerk,” I muttered to myself before entering the meeting room.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX GRAHAM Ronald’s laughter filled my office, and echoed loudly like he had just heard the funniest joke of his life. I instinctively clenched my fists as I watched him wipe a tear from his eye, this time it was not nonexistent, then he shook his head again in amusement. “Man,” he exhaled, still chuckling, “You should really venture into comedy, you’ll make it.” I didn’t share in his amusement. My patience was already running thin, and the sound of his laughter only made my irritated grow further. “What the hell is so funny?” I snapped at him.

But knowing that we were not alone in this whe began our trek up the stairs still laughing about some of things we could order for others in the compound to embarrass them. “I still say a blow up sex sheep for Antony will be the top. Just think about it. They have to open all packages at the gate to check them. Then they have to deliver it during the mail call at dinner. Can you see the look on all their faces when they hand over the blow up sex sheep.” I said really getting into the game of pranking some of the guys. It has been so tense here lately. Having a few laughs and jokes may be just what the doctor orders.

"I'm all ears." I started to cough, desperate to think of an excuse that wouldn't make me sound like a complete moron. "Um…we were just talking about…um, some funny movie I just saw?" "A funny movie," he repeated. His smirk grew, and he didn't believe me for a second. Quite rightly, really-we were crap liars. "Yeah!" Isabella jumped in, her voice a little over-eager. "It was a comedy. You know, one of those comedies that's really slapstick and goofy? Lots of…um…dancing?"

Some jokes were clever. Some were outrageous. Some were so ridiculous that they shouldn't have been funny. Yet somehow they were. More than once, I laughed so hard tears formed in my eyes. The kind of laugh that leaves your stomach hurting. The kind of laugh that makes it difficult to breathe. The kind of laugh I hadn't experienced in years. At one point, I noticed Jack looking at me instead of the stage. "What?" He smiled. "Nothing." "You're not even watching." "I am." "No you're not."

We dissolved into helpless laughter wrestling into the stupid ridiculous costumes mine fitting snug over my still-hospital-stiff jeans hers riding up hilariously as always while we raided her snack drawer salt and vinegar chips chocolate bars sour candies spilling everywhere across the coffee table like some kind of glittering treasure hoard. *** Some mindless rom-com flickered away on her ancient TV something we'd already seen at least a dozen times before the dialogue blending perfectly into comfortable background noise while we built elaborate pillow forts tossed handfuls of popcorn straight at each other's floppy bunny ears Lila's wild cackle echoing through the room when stray kernels g

She patted the spot next to her on the couch. "Come laugh with your old mother. The doctor said laughter is the best medicine." "Pretty sure he prescribed actual medicine," I said but settled in beside her. "Details, details." She waved dismissively. "Oh, this guy is hilarious. He does this bit about dating apps that'll make you cry." I curled my legs underneath me, grateful for the distraction. The comedian on screen was in the middle of a story about a disastrous blind date. "...so there I am, covered in spaghetti sauce, and she says, 'This isn't going to work. I'm gluten-free.'"

In that moment a laugh I didn't know I was holding escaped my lips. I fell to the floor, clutching my abdomen as the chuckles escaped my lips. “Gosh! You're an idiot," I voiced in-between chuckles. “You let a banana peel kill you." I laughed for a while longer, before realizing all eyes were now fixated on me. The comments were frantic with anger at this moment. “What a jerk." “Who laughs about someone's misfortune." Wow! It was the hypocrisy for me. They literally made fun of the married man's misfortune, but now since it's Gavin, it's wrong?

this joke? I gazed at him. Anger caused his face to turn red. He had his hands tightly closed by his sides, trembling a bit. I felt scared briefly. This person was my friend, Chad. My leader. However, at that instant, he appeared unfamiliar. The fear transformed into rage. Burning with heat and intensity, it surged in my chest, erasing any doubt. "Comedy?" I ejected the word towards him again. "Is that your perception of this?" "Sure, it definitely is!"

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.