Novel & Cerita Funniest Adult Humor

Ragh suddenly asks, tilting his head and arching his eyebrow, looking like he’s genuinely curious about the answer I could be willing to give him. Instead of being the adult everyone tells me I am, I push out one hip, place a hand on it and purr, “because I’m sexy.” “I can see that,” Ragh mutters and after a few seconds, breaks out in laughter, holding his stomach as his deep, weird laugh echoes against the walls. When he finally calms down, he straightens up and wipes tears off his cheeks, still chuckling a little, “my apologies, I don’t remember the last time I’ve been entertained like this. It’s like.. what do you call it.. oh, a comedy show. A real one you humans pay money for, not the f

“You’re like a sister to me. So, fuck it. Any other girl? Hell no.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity hitting me full force. “You know what? You’re hilarious, Nelly. I remember when you were still so dry, making those lame jokes about ‘six seven’ and cracking up when no one else found it funny. Good old days.” “Huh? My jokes were actually funny, girl.” She poked my side playfully, feigning offense. “Your humor—and everyone else’s—was definitely broken.” “Yeah, sure,” I dragged out, giggling. “Six-seven,” I teased again, mimicking her old deadpan delivery.

Which means the dealer is relatively tiny. “Huh, a small company, but his arrogance is incredible,” Nicko sneered. Unfortunately, three young men standing near him started laughing at the joke of one of them. The man who created the parody was Nate Brighton. “No wonder I’ve smelled something disgusting. There is trash here, apparently,” Nate sneered, followed by the laughter of his two friends. “Hey, did you forget to tell your clerk to clean,” his blonde friend sneered. “Hmm, they cleaned up earlier, but the trash showed up again,” Nate explained.

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

In fact, I haven’t been on in… oh… six years, at least. As soon as Grant sees a picture of Will Ferrell doing a beer bong hit, he says, “Seriously? This is your secret hacking lair?” I click the mouse and Al Pacino yells, “Shut UP!” Grant sighs. “This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of…” I click again. “I don’t wanna hear any fuckin’ shit, and I don’t GIVE a shit!” JP snorts in amusement. Grant glares at him. “This is not funny. This is idiotic.”

* There were very few things in this world that could make Afrah laugh. Rebel Wilson or Mellisa McCarthy movies were at the top of the list, closely followed by her siblings arguing. Unexpected flatulence was on the list as well. But seeing a grown man falling flat on his face had suddenly topped the list in a matter of seconds.

His eyes drag over me like I’m a meal he ordered, paid for, and expects to be served immediately. “We got a table,” he slurs. “We got drinks. I can make you laugh, promise. Want a joke?” He squints, trying to focus, then jabs a thumb behind him. “My boys said I’m the funniest one in the pack, swear. Especially that idiot—” he points at one of them—“he laughs at anything. Once choked on air, I swear to the gods.” My eyes flick to the VIP section where his group of overgrown toddlers sits—loud, half-drunk, whistling at me like I’m a performing animal on stage.

It might help if I get lost…or accidentally set the apartment on fire,” I teased, getting a hint of a smile that he buried by denying. "Or you'll probably starve the poor animal to death," he returned the joke, narrowing his gaze, making the lines of expression visible at the corners of his eyes. Since the incident in my bathroom we acquired the ability to joke when it came to Alzheimer's. Black jokes made the situation less overwhelming. He was the first person he could joke with like this. My friends didn't like it when he said things like that and found it cruel; what they didn't understand was that at the end of the day the one who would live in limbo would be me, and taking it so seriou

She hissed, “we need to leave immediately!” “Alright, alright.” I patted her arm. “I’ll just get the eggplants.” I turned and beamed widely at the worried girl. “Have you seen a brinjal this big and shiny?! It’s like—.” “A cock soaked in cum,” someone said. What...? My face feel deadpanned as it swivelled up to voice. An elderly man in Einstein’s age and appearance was bellowing in laughter at his own dirty joke, his round belly shaking uncontrollably.

“Don’t you mean fangtastic?” “I most assuredly do not.” His face was now stern. I rolled my eyes. “OK, got it. Dick jokes are OK but vampire jokes are not. Touchy much?” His mouth was drawn in a thin line “Funny jokes are acceptable. Others should be met with the derision they deserve.” There was a pregnant pause and all silly jokes and puns rushed out of my head, so I settled for rolling my eyes at him as I jumped off the bar stool instead. “Do you have anyone you need to let know you’ll be away?” he asked