Funniest Adult Humor Novelas e Histórias

“Yeah well, my sleeping pattern has been off-balance lately, so it's only natural that my eating habits will change too. And geez, I can't help being hungry all the time.” “I think you should cut back on the food a little. At this rate, you'll end up being the biggest person I know.” He teased, poking her belly. “You're such a dick.” “But you still love this dick.” “Are you serious right now? Tell me, does it look like I’m in the mood for any of your crap?” “Whoa, it was just a joke.” “Don't joke like that. Some jokes that are funny, right? And others that are just not ok. Guess which category yours falls into.”

It amused me no end. My eyes landed on the bubblegum that was helplessly fallen between her boobs and my smile widened, I gave a signal to the expectant driver to get a move on. Now here's someone that won't be so hard controlling. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Mokunfayo Badmus: Seated in the large creamery, the only thing blaring in my head as I watched the lips, of the boy seating opposite me, moved to inform me of the biggest joke of the century was;

I was already so tired of sitting there, and talking about one business deal or the other. Everything was fun from the start, but it stopped being fun when the big guys started to speak about their wives and children. It really disgusted me because I had none. All I could do was to watch as they laughed when complaining about their wives behaviour. I was sick of it already. Being overly frustrated by their unattractive jokes, I stood from the table, and excuse myself from staying with them. They sincerely didn't have any idea how bad I felt.

he said, "I would be in hot water. But there are a few chaps I'll share a good laugh with when I need it." "Oh really?" I asked, "They must be near your age. Sorry if that was rude! I just can't imagine a bunch of gray heads laughing at a joke." Now he did laugh. "You're quite right," he said, "I suppose they must be near enough in age, a little older here, little younger there," he shrugged casually, "Pfft, it's a party. Age doesn't matter." Better back off, Jenna. He already got weird once. Don't push it.

Human. “So,” he said after a moment, “the assumptions you made on page twelve… explain them again.” I launched into it, gesturing as I spoke, more animated now that I was fed and focused. Halfway through, I made an offhand joke about the market behaving like a stubborn child refusing to cooperate. To my surprise, Adrian laughed. Not a sharp, humorless sound. A real laugh. It caught me so off guard that I stopped talking mid-sentence. “What?” he asked, still smiling faintly.

I interrupted, leaving him a bit confused. With a cunning smile, I said —touching my fake beard, "I'm so upset right now. I'm just learning that we have a strip club with hot chicks, and now they're moving? This is fucking unfair! Is there a way I can get one hottie to bang before you move? Just for me and my buddy." When Austin heard this, he came out laughing loud, along with his men. But did I get the result I wanted? Yes. "You're a funny man, Mr..."

he began. “Wait! At one point my gums were itching. I remember thinking about it bothering me before I was distracted again.” He smiled at me as he stood up laughing. What the hell? He was laughing so hard that he began to bend forward holding his stomach until he fell back onto the sofa. “What is so fucking funny asshole?” “You. Now I’m not alone in this hell.” he said as he wiped his eyes. “What hell?” He finally stopped laughing so hard he could explain. He got up and walked over to me.

I smiled at my past self, foolish and pitiful, believing his sweet lies over and over again. Then I was deceived thirty-two times. Now, with the divorce agreement and resignation letter in my bag, there would be no next time. … Two hours later, my colleagues and I were busy handing over work when Benedict sent me a message: [Send a cup of coffee in.] He was notoriously picky; the balance of sugar and bitterness in his coffee had to be exact. In the company, only I could make it taste just the way he liked. Sighing, I got up to prepare the coffee.

I burst out laughing so hard I nearly choked on my soda. Jenna looks deeply unimpressed. “Yeah, real fucking funny,” she mutters, side-eyeing both of us. “Keep laughing, you bunch of soggy mofos. I’ll remember this when you two need someone to body a man for you in public and I’m too busy teaching spin hooks to felons named Big Maria.” Dawn snorts into her drink. “You’d thrive in there, don’t lie.” “Shut up,” Jenna says, but she’s already smiling.

Hey Nate, Did you do a weird thing? Let's see. You read comments on an online support group, saw one that caught your interest, couldn't suppress the urge to talk to the girl that wrote said comment, sent her the oddest email she's ever read, and then decided to forget that he ever sent the email in the first place. Is that weird? I'll leave you to answer that for yourself. And yes, I do have a sense of humor. Usually the dark kind, but it's still humor nonetheless, isn't it? But nowadays, very few things make me laugh. So,I don't know what to make of it. Does that still count as having a good sense of humor?