Eraserhead X Ms Joke Novels & Stories

"You muttered it like three times while we were reviewing the slide transitions." I dropped my head into my hands. "Oh my God." He chuckled. "So? He the guy? The one scrambling your brain?" "He’s not the guy," I said quickly. "He’s just... a mistake. A really addictive, confusing, frustrating mistake." Mason leaned in. "Want me to punch him? I mean, I’d probably break my hand, but I’d do it. For the drama." I snorted. "Thanks, but no." He gave me a look.

He managed to shut up after seeing my glare. “No, I am not” The answer didn’t come from Jeremy. “Then who is Panda?” I asked him, again. “You are,” He replied. “Ha, nice one” I sat down on the bed. “How are you feeling?” Jeremy asked him. “Like I have been run over by a herd of cows” I snorted out loud. “What is so funny?” He asked. “My life, it is a joke” I threw my hands back in defeat. “Why, what happened to it?” He asked. Jeremy looked at us, amused.

"Don't you ever say that. Don't even joke about it. We're nothing like her, Heather. Nothing." We both laughed then… a loud, slightly unhinged sound that filled the empty spaces of my office and probably echoed down the hallway outside. It was the kind of laughter that only comes from people who have survived the absolute worst together and have nothing left to do but find the horror funny. The kind that borders on hysteria, that releases years of pent-up frustration in a single, cathartic moment. The kind that makes your ribs ache and your eyes water, not entirely from amusement.

‘What? The Electrobug Dark Races was stunned. Despite cracking their heads thinking about it, they would not believe that Lucas would say such a thing. ‘If you don’t hand it over, the Electrobug Dark Races shall be eliminated?’ ‘Besides, he is even saying so in such a carefree manner?’ “Hahaha!!!” The head of the Electrobug Dark Races looked up and burst into laughter as if they had never heard of such a hilarious joke. “Hey human, don’t you think your jokes are funny?” the head of the Electrobug Dark Races was looking at Lucas and said.

she laughed again. “That’s why people say that friends are worse than enemies,” I muttered, clearly humiliated and looking like a freaking Raggedy Ann. After she laughed for the next two minutes, Mara finally said, “I almost peed my pants laughing. By the way, who the hell would put paint in your shampoo bottle? That’s such a crazy prank on a blonde.” “I know,” I groaned, pulling a beanie over my hair. Even in the San Francisco heat, I’d sweat bullets rather than let someone see this mess.

he coldly asked, irritation welled up in his eyes but it was due to the annoying thing blabbering in his head. Unfazed by his attitude, Misty said, "You're acting too cold. I was just being concerned but this is how you treat me. That's bad. Truly. Aren't I someone acquainted with you at the least? Hey, remember," she then paused and jokingly added, "...we already had a date before. We even rode your bike when you sent me home?" He suddenly felt a severe headache due to the nonstop talking of the foreign alien in his mind. It greatly dampened his mood, leading him to use a harsh voice when replying to Misty's seemingly harmless joke.

" I've been asking of your whereabouts." "I never said meeting you was a pleasure." Eric hissed. " I was being sarcastic." "Well, I didn't know you could detect that." I smirked, a smug smile on my face. " I thought your over gelled hair had matted a fair share of your brain and senses." "Why you little miscreant!" Eric barked, hid finger raising to me. " How dare you insult me?" "You applied some gel today." I snickered. I heard Ethan muffle a laugh and I grinned even wider. " That's a compliment actually. I didn't know you could look less miserable as always."

Started laughing. Not the healthy kind. The kind that comes out of exhaustion and shock and the sheer accumulating absurdity of everything happening at once. Camille looked at me for a second and then she started too and we stood there in the corridor of her third floor walkup laughing in the way that isn't really laughter. The dog looked between us like we'd both lost our minds. We probably had. Eventually it stopped. We stood there. Breathing. "Two," Camille said. "Two," I said.

It was a guttural, belly-deep release, the kind of laugh that comes only when absurdity has transcended all expectation. It must be a good joke, I thought, tears of unexpected hilarity pricking the corners of my eyes. The best entertainment I’ve had in months, if not years. I was wiping a tear away with a silk napkin when I looked up and saw their faces. Eric was staring down at his plate again, his shoulders bunched high with tension. Mia, the Redhead, wasn’t laughing. Her copper mane was utterly still, and she was trading nervous, confused glances with Eric, her expression a clear question: What’s so funny?

“Why would I call myself ‘dickhead’, dickhead?” This time, I couldn’t help but laugh. Both boys instantly broke their eye contact and turned to face me. They both had this similar surprised look on their faces and when they blinked, they did it at the exact same time which was so comical that I laughed even harder. “Oh, boys.” I wiped a small tear out of one corner of my eyes. “You both are acting like children, I swear.” Eros shrugged. “Your boyfriend clearly is, but I am most certainly not.”