Funny Humorous Poems Novels & Stories

"that wasn't no damn joke a joke is supposed to be funny what you did was cruel and fucked up" She leaned against the brick boulder on her porch "what ever it was a little joke tell her to have a sense of humor everyone else was laughing" "so i don't give a fuck about everyone else you poured powder and milk on her that shit ain't funny" "it was flour" "I don't give a fuck if it was your dead grandmas ashes don't mess with Alaina" "she said she wanted to be lighter so I helped her" "you really dumb as fuck you know that right you and your little minions some dumb ass bitches"

The slap was heard as a decent 'smack', but their gestures screamed made up. It was not only them, there were more others. There were a two housewives sitting by the fountain, and a flock of young men were sitting in half circle on the ground in front of them. All of them were laughing. There were also children, running around the square with some young men. They were making funny faces while they ran and were laughing. "Um, Jai?" "Yes, Darrion?" "Did you possibly meant your joke Humor Fountain just few minutes ago?"

Liam had an uncanny ability to infuse laughter and light-heartedness into any situation. His jokes, witty remarks, and playful banter seemed to dissolve the weariness of the physical work we were engaged in. The repetitive strokes of the paintbrush and the meticulous care required to refurbish the furniture might have been tiring, but Liam's humor was a refreshing reprieve. It kept us going, and his ability to make even mundane tasks feel like fun was a testament to his infectious spirit.

“She's starting to make jokes now.” “I was always funny,” I shot back. “You just weren’t paying attention.” Juno giggled from across the room. “You’re one of the most serious people I know, Thea. I think the last time you tried to tell a joke, it was about F. Scott Fitzgerald.” The brothers and Juno all laughed, but it wasn’t mean-spirited. It was gentle, teasing. Easy. “Hey!” I protested. “There’s lots of humor to be found in classic literature. Just look at Shakespeare! He’s full of excellent jokes.”

The irritating bouts of laughter that filled up my days lately. King Reuben_The-irritating-mummy finally morphed up into the very familiar lunatic seal once more, and the room was filled with humorous hoots of laughter. This time, even lord Gilbert along with the handful of servants in the backdrop joined him. What could be more humiliating than this?

“Hey, no brooding. This is an adventure, not a prison sentence. Let me distract you.” She turned to him, her expression wary. “What are you going to do? Tell me one of your terrible jokes?” “You wound me,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “But yes. Absolutely.” He cleared his throat, adopting a serious tone. “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Riele blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts.” The joke was terrible. Absolutely awful. But Riele burst into laughter anyway, the tension in her chest breaking apart with each giggle. Jay grinned, triumphant, as if her joy were his greatest victory.

And so, on and on ,like the osscilation of a pendulum, the disheartening piece of my bio churned while the sands of time dripped slowly and slowly as it watched my narration irks the soul of the spectators. That I thought, but it appeared to be nothing but a blunt lie. It was a revolving piece of gags and laughs. A piece of funny cake, a chunk of interesting cheese, a loaf of an adventurous bread and a real ginger to the spirits of the audience. They applauded.

Ethan bursts into laughter, and soon, the infectious giggles spread throughout the room. The children eagerly share more jokes, each one sillier than the last. We laugh until tears threaten to stream down our cheeks. I momentarily forget the weight of my troubles. In that instant, the room brims with the joy and innocence of genuine childishness. As we continue our breakfast gathering, conversations flow effortlessly, weaving together tales of imaginary adventures and playful arguments. We revel in the wonders of nature, the delightful antics of animals, and the boundless possibilities of adopting a pet they really adore.

I asked him. “What's so funny?” he asked, irritation laced in his voice. “You're so funny, uncle. Sometimes, I wonder why you didn't go into comedy.” sarcasm dripped as I spoke. “Your highly respected Karl Palmer has been arrested and you are here laughing. What's so funny?” “Why would anyone dare to arrest Karl Palmer? Can't you just think of anything else that could sound real?” he spat. “You know what else won't be real to you? Your life in jail,” I countered.

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.