Dark Humor Jokes No Limits Orphans Novels & Stories

"I'm Daniel by the way. Daniel smith." -OLIVIA- The laughter explodes and holleres in the room, that the people passing by had to stop and stare at us in complete perplexity. It's cool and very hilarious to laugh, as scientists have discovered it helps increase our lifespan, making us look more younger. But when they're laughing at you... Now that's messed up!

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

Although it was not on record that he killed, murdered, raped or extorted anyone unjustly, but if anyone offends him so much that he says to his followers, ‘no mercy’ then the person would be rendered useless for life whichever way he chooses. He was simply naughty and mischievous by nature. Vera snatched her hand from his grip, which he had grabbed mid-air and spitting out some funny words to him “you dare not touch me now, if you do, Martins will deal with you.” Rohan had never heard such a funny joke in his entire life. Of all the people who can deal with him was Martins. It was the joke of the century; it was so funny to him that he laughed out so hard that his assistant Omar who was on

They were happy, they were as happy as they had never felt to be in their lives. “Come on! Don’t say that to the baby!” Rebecca said. Daniel had already started with the gross jokes that only made her son laugh even harder. “What? What’s the problem? I told you the good jokes were coming.” Rud laughed, rocking his feet. “Dad, please, tell me another joke, I want to make laugh my teacher as well.” Daniel’s eyes got wider. No, no, no one side from Rebecca and Rud could hear those jokes. Rebecca couldn’t help but laugh at seeing how Daniel’s gesture had changed. That was what Rebecca was talking about.

My usual energy was completely drained. Lillian, mistaking my fatigue for sadness, tried to cheer me up in the elevator. "Want to hear a joke? A wolf was heartbroken after a breakup. While hunting for food, he passed a wooden cabin and heard a father scolding his crying son, 'If you don't stop crying, I'll throw you outside to feed the wolf!' The wolf waited all night, but nobody came out. At dawn, the dejected wolf muttered, 'Men are such liars!'" I stared at her flatly. "That's not funny at all."

And time has officially run out. Lucinda laughs — not a cute giggle, not even a villainous cackle. No. It’s the kind of laugh that sounds like it crawled out of a sewer pipe and learned bad manners. Her lips peel back and flap around so wildly I briefly consider apologizing to every primate on the planet for the comparison forming in my head. The best one — a fucked-up horny bitch-ass orangutan. Sorry to all the orangutans. Also, sorry for the sailor vocabulary currently marching out of my mouth like drunken pirates on shore leave. Under the circumstances, I think Heaven will grant me a temporary profanity permit.

“Hey, no brooding. This is an adventure, not a prison sentence. Let me distract you.” She turned to him, her expression wary. “What are you going to do? Tell me one of your terrible jokes?” “You wound me,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “But yes. Absolutely.” He cleared his throat, adopting a serious tone. “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Riele blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts.” The joke was terrible. Absolutely awful. But Riele burst into laughter anyway, the tension in her chest breaking apart with each giggle. Jay grinned, triumphant, as if her joy were his greatest victory.

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

He murmured, ruefully. I badly didn't want to see him sad anymore. "Jokes could help.You can tell me jokes" "Jokes"He said more to himself as if thinking of something up. "Well, I think I heard this somewhere,I don't really remember how it starts or ends but the punch line is...'Get lost,you old cargo'!" I grimaced. "So am I supposed to laugh to an half joke?" He pouted."I'm an hopeless joke teller" I couldn't stop myself from laughing not because of his half joke but because of how hopeless he looked.

"Freak" a laugh sounds as my shoulder meets my locker. The sharp sting easily shaken off. "Poor little orphan Annie" Serena's voice sounds, her pathetic entourage laughing as she keeps walking. "Can't blame her parents for dumping her, who would want to look at that everyday?" her friend adds, all of them cracking up like it's a clever new joke.