Comic Puns Novels & Stories

Drew paced around the living room, worried about Amanda that hadn't come back. His two brothers looked at him amused. “What's funny?“ He snapped at them. “‘You,“ they replied in unison, a wide grin on their faces. "Idiots," Drew muttered under his breath. “Last I checked I wasn't a comedian," he retorted. "You don't have to be a comedian to be funny," Mason replied. Calvin nodded his head in agreement. “That is true. Take Panda as an example. She isn't a comedian but she is funny," he said.

My smile widened as I mindlessly took off my jacket setting it down on the leather seat. I clung to Dalton chatting with him as Enzo thought it was the time for the like of the day as he called it. It was one of those stupid habits that we had going on as kids and it kinda stuck with us and Enzo was the one with the shittiest and corniest jokes. I braced myself to hear one of his dad jokes, Dalton was holding in his laugh at the eager look on his brother's face already. "What do you call a joke without a punchline?"

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

Arm joked, earning a glare from Conan, causing his twin to burst into laughter. Conan moved his head from side to side, exhausted and unable to keep up with the twins' energy. "So... Who was it?" Gun pressed, peeking up at Conan. "Just some Lady- " He was interrupted by Gun's suggestive winking. " Who probably typed in the wrong number to order from the pizza house." He concluded, sighing in resignation as Arm and Gun broke out in Cheshire Cat smiles, raising their brows at each other and then at Conan.

"Rude! I’m a model citizen. I only commit crimes against humor. Not that I’d ever need to rob a bank!" "Crimes against humor," I chuckled. "That’s one way to put it. Your dad jokes are a whole different category." "Hey!" he said, pretending to be offended. "My dad jokes are basically an art form." He pointed at me like a teacher about to drop knowledge. "Why did the scarecrow get promoted?" I shot him a wary look. "Frank—" "Because he was outstanding in his field," he declared, laughter bubbling up as he reveled in his own joke.

I said, crunching into an egg roll, the filling hot and flavorful with shreds of cabbage, carrots, and a hint of ginger that added a zing. As the special continued, the comedian diving into tales of family mishaps and everyday annoyances, we shared our favorite comedians and why they resonated with us. Liam leaned toward classic stand-up artists like George Carlin and Richard Pryor, appreciating their sharp wit on societal absurdities and human behavior. "There's something timeless about how they nail the little quirks of life," he explained, taking a scoop of fried rice, the grains fluffy and infused with egg, green onions, and a touch of soy for depth.

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.