Novel & Cerita Dark Humour Jokes

“You’re like a sister to me. So, fuck it. Any other girl? Hell no.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity hitting me full force. “You know what? You’re hilarious, Nelly. I remember when you were still so dry, making those lame jokes about ‘six seven’ and cracking up when no one else found it funny. Good old days.” “Huh? My jokes were actually funny, girl.” She poked my side playfully, feigning offense. “Your humor—and everyone else’s—was definitely broken.” “Yeah, sure,” I dragged out, giggling. “Six-seven,” I teased again, mimicking her old deadpan delivery.

Then he laughs. Not a polite chuckle. A full, head-thrown-back, shoulders-shaking, I-can’t-breathe laugh that echoes off the walls like a madman who just heard the best joke of his life. I sit there clutching my fake notes, smile frozen, brain buffering. His craziness is pretty serious.

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.

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

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.

I taunted, waggling my eyebrows. His eye twitched. Too easy. "It's a joke," I added before he could react towards her. No need to cause her any problems. "Oh, ha! You almost got me there! Who knew you just had a drier humor? No wonder people avoid you," the guy laughed, nudging his girl, who nervously played along. I smiled. "It's understandable. With your sense of humor, it must be hard to find the punchline." "What do you mean?" he asked, completely missing the insult.

If something that bad can even be classified as a joke. Harmony couldn't resist and whipped her hand on her face. She just couldn't catch a break today, could she? "I'm sorry that was a really bad joke." The person had his lips tugged up, the smile was still small but more apparent on his face, as well as his bottomless pitch-black eyes showed flashes of amusement. He shook his head at her. "It's okay, I liked it." He said, this time his voice was a little hoarse.

The hosts were setting the mood, and slowly they got involved in the fun. "Hahaha!! Have you heard it?" Tanvi said while trying to control her laughter. "The restaurant joke was hilarious." Riaan gave a Colgate ad smile while his eyes were gleaming. "Ah!!! This flames joke." They held their cheeks while laughing. After a while, "Hum do Hamara Ek policy!!" Riaan held his stomach while giggling hard. Tanvi is rolling off while chuckling hard. "Omg!! The jet airways joke... I can't control it anymore." Tanvi and Riaan both burst out snickering.

She replied, quite caught off guard. However, Matt's laughter didn't help the situation as if it were even possible; her entire face became red. She couldn't understand what was so funny? Although, Harlow couldn't help but notice that his laugh was nothing like that when Matt laughed. The laugh was in his eyes, in the way his face changed into that vision of simple joy and unrestrained glee. Yet indeed, it wasn't in his face either. His laugh came from within; it was just the way he was wired. People like him have more flexible brains, like all that humour bubbling around in him was like yoga for the synapses. Just being around him for a few minutes was better than a whole day of self-absorb

"I have a sense of humor, thank you very much. I just don't find your fart jokes funny." Felecia snickered. "Everyone likes a fart joke, Moana." Harper waved his fork at Kelsey. "I don't care who you are. Fart jokes are classic." "Stop calling me Moana." Kelsey rolled her eyes. "They're disgusting." "You're disgusting." "Your mom's disgusting." Jamie's brows shot up and he covered his mouth with a fist. "Oh." "Now who is being immature?" Harper's grin only widened. "Your mom jokes are classic. Everyone knows that." Kelsey waved her hand.