Deep Thought Funny Novels & Stories

I meant it when I think about these disturbing thoughts. I can't help it; these chuckles are like some kind of torture that I can't shake. They're like a cancer that I can't cure, and I'm starting to think that they're purposefully trying to drive me crazy. It's like they're enjoying making me feel this way, like they're some kind of twisted cosmic joke. But it's not funny. I want to screw them all.

Okay, this shit got to stop, maybe I should try a joke or something? “Hello triple Ds” I say chuckling awkwardly and they just stand there not knowing what to say. “you know, because the names of the three of you starts with a D” I explain my bad joke. “Yah we got it” Dylan says with a fake chuckle, okay, maybe that joke can still be saved. “I’m a double D myself” I say laughing liking my own joke and all their eyes instantly go to my breasts. I choke in my laughter when Derek lets out an angry growl and I sink further inside my hoodie while Dylan starts counting the specks of dust on the floor and Dean find the light fixtures very interesting all of a sudden.

I mean look at me. " You totally got us there for a sec " Shawn said and chuckled " I'm serious guys " I said getting pissed " Dude stop the joke, doesn't sound funny coming from you. You are a ladies bro, you are a legend dude " kelvin said. " I look up to you ! " Curt said and drank from his can of beer. " Why aren't you laughing ? " Curt asked Cole. " Because I actually don't see what's funny " he answered honestly. I don't see what's funny about what I said too, I mean I love someone.

“Why were you laughing?” “BECAUSE HE MADE A BAD PUN ABOUT EXCEL.” “What pun?” “It doesn’t matter!” “Tell me.” “OH MY GOD—” He steps closer. Jealous. Possessive. Annoyingly gorgeous. And then he says it: “I don’t want other men making you laugh.” My breath stops. Instantly. Because he says it so quietly. So seriously. So unfiltered. “I—um—well—laughing is good for my mental health?”

Alex wanted to comment on something when a thought graced his mind and it almost made him sputter on air. He fully turned to his best friend who had this lost look. He wanted to voice his theory but chose to hold it knowing it would very much be debunked but now that he thought of it made a little sense. Not much but it was definitely up for debate. If this is true, it’s going to be fucking hilarious.

Hey Nate, Did you do a weird thing? Let's see. You read comments on an online support group, saw one that caught your interest, couldn't suppress the urge to talk to the girl that wrote said comment, sent her the oddest email she's ever read, and then decided to forget that he ever sent the email in the first place. Is that weird? I'll leave you to answer that for yourself. And yes, I do have a sense of humor. Usually the dark kind, but it's still humor nonetheless, isn't it? But nowadays, very few things make me laugh. So,I don't know what to make of it. Does that still count as having a good sense of humor?

“Why is it so funny?” He asked looking at me confused “That has to be the funniest thing you have ever said” I wiped the tears that formed at the corner of my eyes “That is the only reason trust me” he said “Trust me when I say that is not true” I said “Why ?” He asked “It just can’t happen that’s it” I told him and that was the truth there was no where in hell that Dylan could like me even thinking about made me laugh even more.

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

Nichole's POV "I think it's time for Phase Four," I said into the phone, and suddenly I couldn't contain myself anymore. I started laughing - not a gentle chuckle, but deep, hysterical laughter that came from somewhere deep in my chest. "Nichole?" Adrian's voice came through the phone, sounding confused and a little worried. "What's so funny? Are you okay?" I tried to stop laughing, but every time I thought about what I was about to tell him, another wave of laughter hit me. It wasn't really funny - it was actually quite dark - but the irony of it all was overwhelming.

She had an amused smile plastered on her face, like she was joking about adding too much sugar in my coffee. It took me a moment to recover before I finally replied, "Of course not. I don't even like bars. I was starting to get really scared if I had a doppelganger whom you might have seen instead." Why the fuck did I say that?? Now this weirdo would think I found her very expensive and not so funny prank, amusing. Melanie clapped her hands once, "See?! I think we both have the sense of humor. Oh my goodness, you Moonlight Pack folks are too serious to take a joke. " She commented and started to chuckle.