Funniest Things To Say Novels & Stories

I wanted to say something smart, something funny, something that didn’t scream oh my God yes please ruin me. But all that came out was a shaky, “Okay.”

As we perused the menu, placing our orders with the attentive waitress, Victor's playful nature began to shine through our conversation. He regaled me with amusing anecdotes, his quick wit and infectious laughter filling the air. I couldn't help but be drawn into his joyous energy, each of his funny remarks eliciting genuine laughter from me. "You know," Victor chuckled, leaning in slightly, "I once tried to cook a gourmet meal and ended up burning toast. It was quite a masterpiece of culinary disaster."

"AhHhH, BiG BrOtHeR. YoU ShOuLd HaVe NoT rUnAwAy." "HoNeStLy, Vicky Is SoRrY fOr HuRtIng YoU..." "HAHAHAHAHA!!!" "JuSt KiDdInG, I WoUlD'vE EaTeN YoU AfTeR I wAs BoRn In ThE AbYsS." "GYAHAHAHAH!!!"

So I leaned my head on the window as I saw the trees pass by. Suddenly there was a tingly feeling in my nose and I sneezed. "I'd say God bless you, but it looks like he already did." He said. That did make me crack up. Literally. "You're officially the most craziest person in the universe." I said with an eye roll even if I was giggling. He didn't hide his charming smile. "I like that." He hummed. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

Asshole. “That’s the most funniest thing I’ve ever heard…” He laughed, wiping the tears of mirth under his eyes. “You think that we are going to have a baby boy, just because you get sick every time you say something bad about me…” He was gasping for breath and it was contagious, his laughter. And, now I felt silly. “I swear if you don’t stop laughing, I will kill—” My stomach rumbled, audibly, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten anything for so long.

The words felt strange leaving my mouth but I didn’t regret it. “Oh,” Calvin said softly, his eyes widening. “Well… that’s new.” He smacked his lips. Another guy elbowed him in the side before he could continue. “Shut up,” the guy muttered under his breath while Calvin winced dramatically. “Dude, that was unnecessary.” He groaned. “You were about to say something stupid,” the guy replied. “I always say something stupid.” Calvin snorted like it was a known fact. “Exactly.” Laughter broke out again, easing some of the tension.

The whole thing was just a sick, twisted joke. "Hahaha... omg y'all are so so funny."

"You ordered a latte and spilled it on your shirt. All over your shirt. It was everywhere. You looked like a disaster. A beautiful disaster. The most beautiful disaster I'd ever seen." "Because you made me laugh. Because you told that terrible joke. The one about the chicken crossing the road. The one I still don't find funny." "Because you're easy to make laugh." "Because you're funny. You're the funniest person I know. You always have been. You always will be." He smiles. The almost smile. The one that reaches his eyes. The one I've been waiting to see for three years. The one I thought I'd never see again. The one that makes everything okay.

I l⁠et people look do​wn on me⁠ be‌cause I believed they w⁠ere ri​ght to d​o so. B⁠ut heari‌ng Michael dis‍miss me like a n‌uisan‍ce snapped something‍ in‍side.​ ⁠"A jok‍e⁠ i​s​ only fu‍n​ny if the person you're talking about is lau‍ghing," I said.