Funny Guys Quotes Novels & Stories

I complimented wiping tears that escaped my eyes and then shook my head in disbelief. “You can say that again! And He has a very healthy sense of humor. Now we don’t need to go to school to learn about dicks. We can just come to this place and be like ‘hey, this is what a human cock looks like. This is the head, and this is the girth. A very big girth. I am sure the balls are hidden somewhere underneath!” He added up the fuel to the raging fire. God I have never laughed this hard in my life. “Please. Stop… Stop… I can’t take it anymore!” I begged clutching my tummy which was now dang painful. The guys looked at me and then doubled up.

com, maybe. The big guys up front heckled him mercilessly after every punch line. It was mean and obnoxious and most of their comments were only funny to themselves. Finally, the biggest guy, a brute with shoulders as wide as an SUV, yelled something really crude, something not fit even for the liberal college crowd.

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

The air crackled with their adrenaline and camaraderie, their anticipation for the upcoming game contagious. As I pushed my way through the crowd, one guy jeered, "Hey, look at Shorty over here! What's your sport, little man? Mini-golf?" Laughter erupted around me. Another chimed in, "More like the Elf Olympics!" Their laughter felt like a punch to the gut, but I wasn't surprised. I already knew my height would be another point of contention I'd have to deal with here. Trying to mask my discomfort, I shot back, "You know what they say about us little guys, right? We're like ninjas, here one moment, gone the next." Their laughter only grew louder, echoing loudly in my ears.

He says confidently. I lift a brow, but don’t say anything. “Say it…” he says. God how are all of them so unserious in the most serious moments? I don’t even know why I’m blaming them. We all are. Each and everyone of has been through it all, humor is the only thing that got us through the toughest shit. We don’t know how to deal with shit without it. “Come on say it…” He carries on. I look at my friends, they were all there for me at my worst. They dropped their entire lives to be here for both Julliet and I, they have always been a phone call away.

When I did not respond, Matt supplied for me. "I think you made her mad." Now, he was openly laughing at me. Talk about friendship. Only my friends had the gall to laugh at my misfortune. “Can you quit it?” I asked, exasperated at being laughed at, but Matt ignored me. “Why?” He was still laughing while he fished his phone from his pants’ front pocket. “I would bet a hundred thousand dollars, all the guys would love to hear about this. They would be so thrilled to know how the great Lucas Sanders f*cked up!" He said, chuckling mercilessly at me.

“It's just tiring to be saying the same thing to a block head.” “Sammy,” Nathan said with a grinn, heading his way. “That's such a terrible thing to say to someone you love.” Sam’s face of horror was so comical. The rest of the guys laughed as he fked from Nathan's outstretch arms. I chuckled and helped Ronnie get up. He grinned at me and slapped my back. “Thanks man. It's good to have you back” “Yeah,” I smiled. “It's good to be back.” ******

I snort. What a cliché quote some or other happy drunk motivational speaker concocted when he was at a loss for words. It must be the same asshole who suggested grabbing life by the horns, that winners never quit, and that everything happens for a reason. “Well, keep on dreaming, girl.” Cause that dream is not gonna happen. Luckily, that’s Axel’s shit. Not mine. I fake a smile, “Cheers!” and throw the alcohol down my throat before I bite into a piece of lemon. The sour taste causes goosebumps on my skin.

What is funny? "You are funny, get yourself another space instead of trying to look for your death, barman another shot," Craig said, one of the boys, slapped his hand across Craig's face. "So you want to fight?" Craig asked why punching him, the fight became hot, and the three boys were fighting with Craig. He sees things in double, so he keeps hitting the air, they laugh at him, and Cathy and George arrive at the same time. "Thank goodness, you are here, you should pack your car while I go inside."

Jeff jokes around and laughs his ass out. “Shut up,” “Shut up!” Both Seid and I yell at his not-so-funny joke.