Funny Guys Quotes Novels & Stories

It was so sudden and unexpected, and a few gullible folks spilled their drinks in response to the urgency. “Sorry for the interruption. We had some little details to take care of!” Vegas said with a chuckle “You know how these things go” He finished and the whole room erupted into a laughter. “Bloody Mafias” I thought, giving credit to the joke Vegas had made. It was a funny one, you know.

Lucas, catching the mood, floated through the crowd, his boyish grin igniting laughter as he told exaggerated tales of their narrow escape, offering reassurances amidst the logistics. “Don’t worry, mates!” Lucas called, hands animated as he relayed their stories, “Our captain battled against shadows and darkness! I was merely the comedic relief, dodging tendrils and half the time pretending not to trip over my own feet!” His words elicited a burst of laughter, lifting the spirits of everyone around.

The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said, "I outlived the buggers." Memorable Quotes "Scattered showers my ass!" Noah. "I have no problem with you talking to yourself as long as it doesn't turn into an argument" Woody Allen. "If at first you don't succeed try, try again. Then quit. There's no point being a damn fool about it." W.C.Fields. "The one thing that all porn stars have in common is a dread of filming the scenes that don't involve sex" Fanny Lightfoot (Porn Movie Director) "For every human problem, there is a solution that is simple, neat, and wrong." H. L. Mencken

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.

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.

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.

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.