Dumb Funny Things Novels & Stories

Leesa had to give the guy credit. He didn’t seem to let the catcalls and groans bother him. He either had the thickest skin in the world, or he thought the derision was in some twisted way an approval of his act. His jokes were new, but were equally as dumb as the last time. She wondered if he wrote the stuff himself or got it from some website—stupidjokes.com, maybe.

“You can’t even solve that simple problem!” “You don’t even know a simple Chemical Equation!” “You can’t even think of a solution in a Math Equation!” “You are a dumb guy!” “Dumb? Ha! How about you? You are a brainless tutor!” “You are a zombie!” “What?! Zombie!? How about you? You are a tutor but can’t solve a simple math equation?!” “Dumbass death note kid!” “Brainless karate kid!” Patrice and L were bickering at its finest.

“Almost let me question my judgement for following you, but it’s you, so…” Jai frowned. “That’s almost twice. What does that even mean?” “Sometimes when you have a stupid friend who does stupid things, you wonder why would that person do stupid things. Especially since that certain friend knows it’s stupid. But since you remember that your friend is stupid, so him doing stupid things is actually no wonder. And then you realize that you almost question something that’s plainly obvious, which is also stupid—if you actually wonder about it, which makes you also stupid.”

“Oh man, burning poop!” “No, shit!” “Yes shit, dog shit.” “This is gonna be funny as hell.” “All we gotta do is get a stick, put dog poop in the bag. We close up the bag and pour a little lighter fluid on it, and light it. Then we ring the doorbell and run like hell.”

Maybe he'd disguised it as a rash? "She's a bit busy at the moment, Father!" The demon rolled his hips down, mashing my cheek into the rough-hew of the centuries-old confessional chair, hairy swollen balls striking me in the chin. "Just a little…tongued tied!" Ugh, the puns! Why did they always think they were funny? They had as much wit as a fucking frat boy ten sheets to the wind on a Thirsty Thursday! Imbeciles! Bingo! There we are, right on the taint!

In the end, readers are crazy for being readers in a world where words flow down the monosyllabic drain of unculturedness. * This is a chronicle that I love, from the time when Bia was still married and she would gossip to me over the phone. Added a dash of comedy. I burst out laughing every time I read it! almost divorce "Your fart is so stinky!" ― And by any chance, is there a smelly fart? “There are the not-so-overly-stinky ones. You look like you died inside, you're rotten! Go to the bathroom or I'm going to pass out.

After food, Damien cuddled me close and suggested a movie. Here's the thing with movies, they are stupid, space doesn't have monsters it doesn't make sense. You can't bend back and avoid a bullet, you can't hear animals talk, I never understood what love means, the romance movies meant nothing to me. I overthink the comedy ones which kill the joke.

On top of that, who knows if the dorm supervisor was trying to curry favor or settle her own score–every video of Tara stumbling back drunk in the middle of the night, being supported by men, had been uploaded too. The comment section was brutal. [Damn, this is vicious. Deepfake? Students these days really go all out.] [Disgusting. Acting like some rich girl.] [Weren't they best friends? Feel bad for the other girl–she almost got ruined.] [This is insane. She used this kind of method just to frame someone?] [Who's the girl who got set up? Is she okay?] I read through the comments and I felt my mouth turn up at the corners. I dropped a like on a couple of them. I screenshotted a few for safek

"I can see why he's obsessed you're fucking beautiful." "And hot." Tasha's muffled voice adds in as she munches her last piece of chips. "And smart, funny, stupid and she makes horrible puns too." Jackson says casually, a stupid smile on his face. "Fuck off." I say dryly, a smile tugging at the side of my lips. "He's right, Iris." Tasha nods agreeably. "And let's not forget the horrible Dad jokes too." "Really, Tash?" I sigh, which makes her burst out in laughter.

"Stupid! Dense! Fool! Idiot! Dummy! Brainless! Blockhead! Goon! Moron! Retard! Pervert! Molester!" …It succeeded in dealing damage, even to me.