Funny Guys Quotes Novels & Stories

another said, clapping my back. I smiled. I was all grins. “Nah… save your finest chicks for yourselves. Just give me some hot dudes!” “Uuuuhhhh…” the team cooed, and they all burst out laughing. “Pick me when you need a hot dude, please!” Sean shouted from his bench. And everyone burst into laughter. “Relax, Sean,” Greg said, clapping Sean's back. “When they say hot, they don't mean…people like you.” Another round of laughter erupted from the team.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

someone yelled. "I won’t shut up until someone answers!" Lucas shouted back, clearly enjoying the attention. "We don’t know and we don’t care, so shut the hell up, Lucas!" another voice barked. "Wrong! It’s called Lemon-aid! Get it? Like the drink?" The groan this time was even louder. "Dad jokes are never, ever funny," Elodie muttered, shaking her head.

He begins. I snort, stifling the laugh that threaten to burst from my mouth just from his words and the air-quote gesture he makes when he said by choice. It’s perfectly funny and I couldn’t have said it better myself. Sadly, I’m the only one that finds it funny because the guy is seething even more, rising to his feet and facing us fully while he points at us shamelessly. “Why, you good for nothing rats…” “Yeah, keep trying. Being a dick won’t make yours bigger though.” Silas adds at the end, clearly not done with the guy.

He blushed even deeper from embarrassment. The guys roared with more laughter. “Come on Alex. Let us go before the guy pisses his pants.” Kyle said. I smirked. I leant across the counter to see what was taking so long and burst out laughing at the sight before me. “Kyle I think you are too late buddy. Dude, I hope you have a janitor cause that is gonna stink.” as I said that Kyle and Danny rushed over to see. They burst out laughing. “Y-you……think…ha-ha….that a guy that is working in a gun place…..ha-ha….would be tough” Danny said in between laughter. I chuckled.

He was the funniest guy among us. You know, no matter how perfect a squad or group is, if there is nobody to make it fun then it would be boring. Michael was a funny guy, he could make you laugh out all your intestines. He was good at poking fun and making people laugh, you know... We had once recommended he become a comedian but he rejected it saying there is more to life that comedy.

I smiled triumphantly and said, "I'm not the fig plucker. Nor the fig plucker's son. But I'll pluck figs, till the fig plucker comes." He sighed and murmured bitterly, "I'm not the fig plucker. Nor the fig plucker's son. But I'll---" "It has to be faster!" "Fine. I'm not the fig plucker. Nor the fig plucker's son. But I'll fuck pigs, till the---" "You nasty!" I interjected and everyone burst out laughing. Although it was not that funny, Clark's priceless expression was worth making a meme.

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

Theodore A huge guy who I recognize from the IT crowd, and who was frowning at me from the corner, is now reared up before us. “How the hell do you find this shit funny?” “I didn’t find anything funny. I was just telling my friend about our co-worker who disappeared, and I don’t think we were laughing about it, weren’t we?” I bite back, not caring about keeping it down, as they don’t like me anyway. As expected for such an dumb muscle, he doesn’t take my retort too well and points a finger at me, barking, “Watch your damn mouth, you cheap-ass gigolo. I heard you joking about it before, but this is it.”

“The eggs on that rich guy’s Mercedes or the flaming poop.” “The old guy stepping in flaming dog shit was pretty damn funny. It might be a draw. So, what’s next?” “I got big M-80 firecrackers!” “Gosh, and gee-willikers Paul, whatever shall we do with those?” “So many mailboxes, so little time.”