Eraserhead X Ms Joke Novels & Stories

the second man across from him added seriously. Realizing that what was happening wasn't a joke, Joshua slowly raised his hand, getting ready to mumble a memory-erasing spell when the man next to him suddenly laughed. He widened his eyes a little bit in surprise as the other two joined him in laughing. "We totally had him fooled," one of the men across from him laughed. "He was first confused, then horrified. I'll give anything to see that look on his face again," the man next to him commented, his laughter slowly dying down.

Much to my embarrassment, they burst into laughter. "Do you think we'd be interested in serving a member of the royal family? That's bullshit!" jeered the man with green hair, his laughter echoing through the room. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. These people were insane! What was so funny about my simple question? They were nothing but uncivilized savages, laughing for no reason!

(ARIELLE'S POV) A couple of shots later, the air was more loose around us and we were both laughing at a silly joke he’d made. I couldn’t remember what it was but I laughed so hard my insides began to hurt. “I think my intestines just exploded inside,” I joked, and we broke into another round of laughter. I looked around half consciously, to be sure we weren’t disturbing the other customers. “Think we’re too loud?” I whispered to Jared.

“Are you telling me I'm never going to get a moment's peace?” Seriously... what kind of ridiculous side effect was that supposed to be? I rubbed my forehead, already picturing the endless headaches waiting for me if this was really my future. Then Eira laughed. I stared at her for a beat before realizing she’d been teasing me all along.

" Ian frowned at the question. Ian (8:15 pm) : What kind stupid question are you asking? Irritating Twat (8:16 pm) : Don't know the answer? Ian (8:16 pm): No. Irritating Twat (8:17 pm) : Because it is made out of cells! Haha! Ian gaped at the message for a long time before a small laugh escaped his mouth. The joke was really lame but it was funny.

It's evening and Lachlan and Eric have built a bonfire outside and we are all gathered around it. “Eric, where on earth do you find these jokes?” Katharina cringes while asking the question. We are sitting on the beach with a bonfire, and Eric, as usual, is making us all laugh with his crude jokes. Thank God, Will is asleep in his room because Eric holds nothing back. Zero filter when it comes to that man. “I don’t know… somewhere online.” “Oh, that’s right. The one you put on there the other day was so gross.”

Recover from the terrible joke. “Or part of some performance art thing like that guys like me don’t understand? Were you Andy Warhol’s protégé? Or is this some sort of flash mob set-up and nineteen naked members of the Pirate Party are about to appear and don Mickey Mouse masks in some geopolitical protest?” She suddenly folded and bent over laughing. He breathed a sigh of relief. Sweet!

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.

"You sure look better now." "And you look... worse." As far as jokes went, it was a lame joke, one that would not have made anyone event crack a smile normally, but it somehow managed to crack us both up. A second later, Silas and I were laughing like loons, laughing our heads off, clutching the counter to keep from toppling over. Silas stopped to burp and that set us both off again. Silas's unsteady hands poured us both a large glass of whisky.

I looked at him, trying to find any sign of a joke on his face. But his eyes were serious, without a hint of jest. "Mr. Gross, you have a real sense of humor," I forced a dry laugh, trying to defuse the eerie atmosphere. "I'm not joking," Cyrus said flatly, as if discussing something perfectly ordinary.