Funny Book Lines Novels & Stories

“Then go get comfy and read your smut. I’m right here if you need me.” “It’s called spice.” “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” I settled onto the couch while Marcus went back to work. For a while the only sounds in the garage were tools clinking softly and pages turning while I got sucked embarrassingly deep into the book. At some point I shifted onto my back, knees bent upward while the book rested against my thighs. Then I hit one particular line and started giggling. Marcus glanced over immediately. “What are you laughing at?” “Nothing.” “That’s suspicious.”

“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”

“This may be a bar but snorting lines is prohibited here.” “More line jokes?” I rolled my eyes. And only then did his eyes settle on me again the way they did this afternoon. My breathing stopped altogether as I waited for us to resume our banter from this afternoon like a stupid little schoolgirl. Suddenly Siobhan poked her head out to look between him and me. “Line joke?” Andre cocked a brow at me. “You are staring. Are you making your order or what? There’s a light forming.” I shook myself mentally. “Cola was what I meant to say. Cola.”

age is a pig-killing knife, the corners of your eyes, the corners of my eyes, all already have wrinkles. "Yes, remember when we were young, unrestrained laughter, now laugh also dare not so unrestrained laugh ...... "The two people joked, the atmosphere is very light, "line, I'm leaving, you have a good rest. " "I'll send you to the elevator entrance." "So polite? It's not like we're meeting in life and death."

"We're hoping you'll find it funny and entertaining. Nerius squawked in encouragement, causing me to smile. “Um, what did the Griffon say when he walked into the bar?” I asked. “What?” Szan asked. “Ouch.” Only the Fiery Lynxes found that funny. Yeah this was going to be pretty rough. One after another we went up and told our funniest jokes and yet there was nothing. Not a chitter, a chuckle or even a snort from the Griffons. We were becoming hopeless.

That scene made me smiled bitterly, I miss the times where don’t have any problems, where father always buy me books, sing for me every night, and read books loudly. I’m at the end of the book when I noticed something, scribbles of letters and words are visible in the last page, I got up and find a pen and a paper, I sat down and flip the pages until I reach the first page, I can’t believe it there are scribbles write down the key words in every pages, hoping that it might help me building my life. The key words that I got are “Book #1- birthday, Photo Album #6- highlighted me, Book #7- Look closely, Photo- the answer to all your doubts” my head hurts reading these clues a lot of books have

"Mr Philip sent me to give this to you." "Thanks." I collected the book to inspect the front cover, while he showed off some dimples. The book had a raccoon as it's display photo. The raccoon looked thrilled to bits with both hands up and mouth open like it was shouting. The background was yellow, it had the words, 'furiosly happy' boldly written on it. Under the book title, there were word too that said, 'a funny book about terrible things' written in smaller font, while the author's name was Jenny Lawson.

To he that wrote me those letters that made my day and always made me smile. Thank you. Eyes bored into his back and when he turned, he stared into her eyes. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. He spun around and walked, out of the party. ✏✏💭💭 *smiles sweetly* Merry christmas every one! May all your wishes have been granted. See you in the funny pages!（＾ω＾） P.s. that was my exit line in every of my books in w*****d, minus the cute face. ( ;

A childhood visual of the old witch from the library Hansel and Gretel book pops into my head and only increases the giggles I exude. “I hope not, I’m barely grown, and she might add me to tonight’s menu. I’m too big for an oven!” I point out between snorts of stupid laughter and Meadow caves and starts giggling too, lightening our whole mood. I guess the tension and the heavy weight of this journey has us strung out enough, that even a lame joke like this has enough power to break the strings and have us erupt. It’s needed, between us, this bonding over awful jokes.

Three-year-old Theo, with his curious eyes and tousled hair, snuggled up close, his little hand reaching out to touch the colorful illustrations on the pages. "Once upon a time in a faraway land," Mama Hazel began, her voice gentle and melodic, "there lived a playful fox named Oliver. He had a bright orange coat and a mischievous twinkle in his eye." Theo's eyes widened in wonder as he listened intently, captivated by the tale unfolding before him.