Dark Funny Jokes Novels & Stories

he says simply. I blink at him. “You always do.” He tilts his head. “You look like you could use a dumb joke.” “I really could.” He leans in. “Okay, what do you call a chicken that crossed the road, rolled in mud, and came back?” I stare at him. “A dirty double-crosser.” I snort. “That’s horrible.” He grins. “But you laughed.” “I did not.” He lifts a brow. “You giggled.”

“We’re both nerds! Why is he funnier than me?!” Liu Feng slung an arm over Zen’s shoulders without missing a beat. “He’s cute. You’re not. The Gorski technology might have saved your life, but maybe you need to improve it if you want to alter your DNA to be funnier.” Jaw falling open, Damian stopped in disbelief as the others laughed at the Seer’s joke and walked away. Ignoring the Death Princess’ lack of emotions, everyone else laughed at the Seer’s insult. That was twice now that someone else laughed at an insult directed at him. Unwilling to become the joke, Damian quickly caught up and begged for another chance to tell another joke, only to see upturned lips as they declined him any rede

I could literally die if I fuck up more than I’ve been doing…but, I can’t tell him that. “I’m here, okay? No matter what, you have me.” He looks me right in the eye, assuring me tenderly with a smile this time. “But damn, you really do look like shit right now, and when was the last time you used deodorant?” His unconventional joke in my time of sadness makes me break into laughter. It wasn’t funny but it was whatever it was and it makes me laugh. I just needed to laugh. It rolls out of me effortlessly, like everything was with Adam. While I choke on my saliva, he watches me, amused for the duration of my chuckling.

"You can't tell why she suddenly started acting weird?" If anything; he was adding to my frustration. "If I did I wouldn't be here, watching you laugh like some maniac ." His laughter slowly died down and then he had a serious look on." I don't either," he deadpanned. What? "Take that joke back." "For real, I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know? What's making you laugh then?" He chuckled again. His chuckles were starting to piss me off. "Are you going to talk or not? What's funny?"

But my assumption went wrong when they burst out laughing not giving a fuck with those nasty looks they get from people who were busy devouring their foods but was bothered by my idiot excuse of friends. "Pft, Did I just heard him right?" Denver asked in between his boisterous laugh. What's funny with what I said? Are they really my friends? "I guess, he's sick," Yuki said as he calmed down a bit of his guffaw. "Pretty sick in love," he added and they both laugh pretty hard. We're not in the market place for Pete's sake. “Instead of mocking at me, can you just help me sort things out?” I asserted and furrowed my eyebrows at them. C'mon! They're not helping me at all.

He looked calm as though he was talking about a trivial matter. "Well..." The dozen or so Dark Iron Wolf Dark Races were all stunned. "Haha!" Next, the dozen or so Dark Iron Wolf Dark Races let out loud laughter. "Human, do you know? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life!" An Iron Wolf laughed with tears in his eyes. He held onto his stomach as he laughed towards Lucas.

I burst out laughing so hard I nearly choked on my soda. Jenna looks deeply unimpressed. “Yeah, real fucking funny,” she mutters, side-eyeing both of us. “Keep laughing, you bunch of soggy mofos. I’ll remember this when you two need someone to body a man for you in public and I’m too busy teaching spin hooks to felons named Big Maria.” Dawn snorts into her drink. “You’d thrive in there, don’t lie.” “Shut up,” Jenna says, but she’s already smiling.

“Are you allowed to make dead jokes about your parents?” “I know it’s rude,” he replied, grinning with zero shame. “It’s not supposed to be funny. But I get one morbid joke, don’t I? Don’t we all? Some day you’ll be making jokes about your family too.” I doubled over in laughter, the kind that shook my shoulders and made my ribs ache. Not because it was that funny, but because I needed it. Because it pulled me out of the heavy place in my mind where grief lived. Because he looked so happy saying such a thing when there was nothing to laugh about.

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

She said that and I started dying on the floor, that was probably the funniest thing I've ever heard. "That is the fucking stoner spectrum!! Either you're a fucking Einstein or a fucking retard that tried to play baseball with a robot," I said, laughing through my words, causing Alex to break too, laughing and pointing out how fucked up my sense of humor is, "It's not my fault! Imagine having a fucked up humor before going through the dungeons of hell to become an arch-demon." "Tha-That's fair but still, that's fucked!" "Fuck me, that was funny," I said and the look I got from Alex scared the fuck outta me, she looked hungry but also cautious, "You good?"