Funniest Adult Humor 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.

she says, genuinely sounding happy for me. “How was your day?” I ask her, and they both bust out laughing again. I have no idea what is so funny, and as they start to tell me what went on, they are laughing so hard, I can hardly understand them. All I gather is that some older gentlemen came into one of the offices they were cleaning, not realizing they were there, barking about something embarrassing on the phone. Something about not getting the right Viagra dosage delivered or something, and they had to pretend not to hear him, but he saw them, and then it was hilarious somehow. I didn’t understand. Mim says, “You really had to be there.”

"Nothing much, except that I caught my younger sister whom I love so much screwing my fiancé; oh, that was the reason for the breakup! And after this bomb, I decided to have some fun, you know? In Las Vegas with a friend of mine, and you know what happened? I got married to our boss! Cool, right? And oh, I might be pregnant and have a disease! But that's nothing compared to waking up with a rat as your alarm clock! Hilarious, right?" After imagining myself saying all this with the same excitement as her, I couldn't help but smile; I am sure Fernanda would go into shock, but instead of that... "Nothing much, my news is quite tedious if compared to yours." And it was at that exact moment that

“Pathetic, isn’t it? Julian defending you like some knight while his pregnant girlfriend is on the floor begging. And Sienna…God, the way she whined about her back pain and swollen feet, as if that excuse is trying to murder you. They deserve each other. Let them tear themselves apart while we watch from the front row.” We both dissolved into it for a moment longer, the shared mockery bonding us in a way words couldn’t. It felt cathartic, dangerous, adult the kind of dark humor that only people who had survived betrayal could truly savor. Eventually the laughter faded, leaving a charged silence and the faint echo of satisfaction. He set his empty glass down and checked his watch. “I should h

“Let me guess. The time I fell out of a tree trying to rescue a cat?” “And get stuck yourself,” he finished, his grin widening. “Yep, that one made the highlight.” “Unbelievable,” I muttered. “Anything else?” “Oh, plenty,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Like the time you tried to ride a bike down a flight of stairs because, and I quote, ‘It’ll totally work.” I groaned louder, hiding my face in my hands. “Why does he share the most humiliating stories?” “Because they’re funny,” he said, his tone light but teasing. “And, if I’m being honest, kind of impressive. I mean, you survived riding a bike down stairs. That’s bold.”

I would rather die than settle for that harlot. "She did you good," Landon, one of my best friends, says with a hilarious laugh as he watches my embarrassing video for the umpteenth time. "Can you stop watching that? It's annoying," I inform him with a frown. "I am sorry," he says, trying to stop his laughter but failing miserably. "It's just; I have never seen you get roasted by a woman, no less," he confesses in total amazement. "You can imagine my humiliation," I say bitterly, as the two strippers adjacent to me gently massage my shoulders.

“You put it on every day before the uniform. But some things manage to pierce through.” That was when they discovered a peculiar, dark humor that only those who flirt with danger every day can cultivate. They started laughing at things that would horrify an ordinary civilian. Vick told him about a thief who tried to escape by jumping into a trash can and got stuck. Devon laughed about a situation where an angry cat attacked the crew during a minor kitchen fire, making it more dangerous than the flames themselves. They laughed not because the situations were funny, but because the absurdity was a necessary release valve. It was a secret language of survivors.

“You don’t have to insult me just because you are not giving me the job.” “If you are offended about being called fat,” he said with a grin that needed to be arrested, “then lose some flesh, boy.” That was when the universe decided I hadn’t suffered enough. Some idiot sitting in the corner suddenly piped up, way too excited. “Yeah! We could dress him in a G-string, put some makeup on his face. He’d look like a woman. Might even pass!” The two of them burst into laughter like they had just invented comedy. My brain completely shut down. I wanted to grab the nearest tray and fling it at their faces like a deadly frisbee. I imagined it. Slow motion. Beautiful. Satisfying.

Then he laughs. Not a polite chuckle. A full, head-thrown-back, shoulders-shaking, I-can’t-breathe laugh that echoes off the walls like a madman who just heard the best joke of his life. I sit there clutching my fake notes, smile frozen, brain buffering. His craziness is pretty serious.

one of the other Elders wondered making the rest laugh. These old men don’t even have teeth at the back. How the fuck do they still laugh in sync together in perfect harmony ? Although their laughs are too shrill for men to have. Ughh. Stupid whiny voice boxes. “Looks like she will be worth more dead than alive afterall,” another remarked and the rest of the assholes guffawed even louder at that. “She is nothing ! If she were in my toilet I wouldn't even bother flushing it. My bath mat means more to me than her,” another scumbag commented and then noises similar to cackling geese echoed throughout the place.