Deep Thoughts Funny Novels & Stories

They all laugh thickly and heavily. They cough and laughter. All combined to my very embarasment. Their every disastrous laughter gets to me. It sinks svd dissolves deeply into my frsigle innocent brain. It continually quakes my brain. Feels as though a roughly functional tractor rides through my evefy brains skull. As though it continually till my brain as soils sre tilled. It's sure devastating and unbearable.

"Oh, I thought I could hold back my laughter, but I couldn't bear it anymore, hahaha." Shiyu and Qiushui were even more annoyed. If Samuel hadn't reached out to stop them, they would have rushed over and chopped these bitches into minced meat. "Is it that funny?" At this time, Samuel couldn't help frowning. "F*ck, this idiot even asked me if it was funny, haha!" "Damn it, what a stupid man! Damn it, I've seen a pretentious person, but I've never seen such a stupid person. He is the Chief of the Mysterious Man Alliance? Oh, I'm so funny."

He was confused and clueless. " Why are you laughing? What's so funny in these jars ". Yeah! Clueless he was about the product in the parcel. On the other hand, Juhee was finding it hard to stop laughing, it was just so funny thya someone would send them something like this. " Hey! Hey! Please stop laughing and tell me what you found so funny to laugh your ass off ", He was annoyed by her random laugh. Juhee sneakily glanced at her pants, just beloved his abdomen.

My brain took so much time to digest what he said to me. It was shocking, yes, and what got me irritated is how he laughed after telling me those breathtaking dialogues. He laughed as if he didn't mean anything he said, or maybe because he finds what he told me preposterous. Which, even though I don't want to admit it, is true. Hays! Overthinker. I should just slip all these thoughts away because tomorrow, I'll be back to my normal life. Normies, dancing, not for fun, but money. Either way, I'm not ashamed of my job.

“Uh…air. Just air.” He glanced up then, suspicious. “You’re strange.” “I get that a lot.” [System Tip: Try humor using self-deprecation. Humans find it relatable.] I sighed. “Dream, if I die under your management, tell my funeral guests I was killed by deadlines and your resting glare.” His fingers paused on the keyboard. One heartbeat. Two. Then, very faintly, almost inaudibly, he exhaled through his nose. [System Alert: Micro-laugh detected. Progress 75%.]

“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.”

Aubrey rolled his eyes but laughed along, grateful that money couldn’t buy these moments—the kind of ordinary, ridiculous joy that reminded them all of who they were. Even Mother, battling depression, found that laughter sometimes returned to her like an old friend she thought she had lost. One morning, she walked into the living room where her children were bickering loudly about who was the “favorite.” Without missing a beat, she cleared her throat and said, “It’s obviously me. I’m my own favorite.” The room exploded in laughter, the heaviness of years lifting just for that moment.

“There it is. I knew it. You’re secretly funny. It’s just buried under all that gloom.” “I’m not funny,” I muttered. “You are. Tragic and broody, sure — but funny.” I covered my face with my hands. “Please stop talking.” “Can’t,” he said brightly. “It’s a flaw. I talk too much when I’m nervous.” “You’re nervous?” “Extremely. You’re the most interesting person I’ve met in a long time. And I’m sitting here trying to make you laugh while also wondering if I should’ve left you alone.”

"He's sweeping the streets at this age? And it's only 4:30 am! Axel is so inhumane. Doesn't he care about old people? Poor old man. Does he not have a pension? Don't his children care about him?" I was thinking about this when the live chat started going wild again. "I'm losing it. Why does Heidi always manage to hit the nerve every time?" "Hahaha! Has she seriously not found any useful info all day? Didn't Delicious tell her the taboo?" "Don't mention kids or pensions to this old man!" I couldn't see the live chat, but I could clearly feel the ground shaking. An earthquake was coming. The earth cracked open. At the same time, the old man's eyes turned blood red, and his veins bulged.

that had come eight years too late. So anxious that for a moment, she had forgotten today was Eileen's funeral. Bianca slapped herself twice, regretful. "I'm sorry, Alan. I deserve to die." The March wind still carried a chill. I pulled my clothes tighter around me and walked outside. "Yeah, you do deserve to die. I still have to send my grandma off. Get lost right now. If souls are real, my grandma wouldn't want to see something as filthy as you here." Bianca suddenly raised her head and looked into my eyes, unwilling to give up. She desperately tried to find even the tiniest trace of attachment in them.