Funny Karma Stories Novels & Stories

However, me and my mom got creative just to poke fun at the old man. The funny thing about this whole selective amnesia thing is that me and my mom have the power to laugh at dad’s picture whenever and however we want. We made this backstory that dad died in a stampede at a strip club and while it’s pretty hilarious, it’s also ironic because dad just left us for his stripper woman. “Some hateful bitch sprayed something on my eye at work.” I spat. “HAHAHA, for real?” Jayler was laughing and it’s nice to see him like that. “What did you do?”

I'm not exaggerating, I'm just telling the truth, because it's true. "Your advice is harsh. Those two are not immune to karma, believe me." Gen grinned at me. I resented him. "There's no hard bread in hot coffee, Gen. Karma doesn't choose. Hahaha." I laughed at this promise. A kind person, immune to karma, is he still a fool? Hahahaha! Don't me! "Rooooooooooooo!" I just turned to where that voice came from. I almost didn't remember that, so my eyes widened suddenly when someone jumped up and hugged my thigh.

While Howard went mad, and Sharon was not about to divulge to anyone about it, Kisa wondered who leaked that embarrassing story. Lea was still laughing. "Kisa, did you see that? They said her chin looked like a hoe. I can't help laughing." Kisa tossed the tablet back to Lea and said amusedly, "You have read every single comment of this drama, haven't you?" "Pretty much. Those comments are so funny. They even say the woman peed in her pants during the abduction, which is kind of nonsensical but hilarious." As if something came to mind, Lea said afterward, "Hey, you were abducted along with her last time, weren't you? You should know if she really peed in her pants, right?"

“Can we please talk about something else?” I groaned as Jake went on to another story about me. “I think that the last story about me running naked through the high school is enough.” I stated, going to grab myself another beer from the fridge. “Isn’t this what families do? Tell embarrassing stories about each other in front of their significant others?” Jake laughed, taking the beer I handed him. “You should have heard the stories Amalia’s parents told me. Skinny dipping in the neighbor’s pool was one of my favorites!”

“Holy sh*t! This is the first time I have ever met someone this funny! Are you a moron?” “Did this guy watch too many TV dramas? Does he really think that he can get money out just by putting a sticker and pretending to be rich? Does he even have a brain?” The crowd broke into peals of laughter. They had seen people who tried to boast, but they had never met anyone who showed off the way Harvey did. Anyone who dared to walk around with a card that had an Amex Black Card sticker on it must be either a dumbass, or a moron. This was priceless!

“Uhm, my car is this way. It’s pretty small, sorry. I don’t usually drive lumberjacks around, so I got a compact.” I laughed warmly. “So that’s all I am to you, huh? A lumberjack?” “I guess you would be more of a timber wolf?” she said, tapping her chin with the tip of her finger. “And you say I tell bad dad jokes?” I asked incredulously. “That one blows Fur Sure Solutions right out of the water.” Marley giggled. “What? I thought it was clever.” “The joke, much like you, was very clever,” I said indulgently. “But it was also very bad.”

the usual stuff about compromise and communication and learning to live with someone else's quirks. It was surprisingly enjoyable, listening to them talk about their wives in Kelly's group, with genuine affection, hearing their stories about how they'd met and fallen in love. Marvel told a funny story about proposing in a restaurant and accidentally knocking over a waiter carrying a tray of wine glasses. James talked about how his wife had supported him through a career change that had nearly bankrupted them. I found myself actually laughing at their jokes, contributing my own observations about marriage, carefully edited to avoid revealing just how dysfunctional mine actually was.

“You know, Ruby, we learned a joke yesterday. Want to hear it?” I nod eagerly, intrigued by the joke that has captured their attention. “Alright,” Ethan begins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why don’t grumpy people like corn on the cob?” Playing along, I pretend to ponder the question. “Hmm, I’m not sure. Why don’t they?” “Because they think it’s ‘a-maize-ing’ that anyone could be happy!” Ethan bursts into laughter, and soon, the infectious giggles spread throughout the room.

I replied to my friend Chloe. "No! That's not what she told me, Chloe! She called me a thief, a criminal and even threatened my life. She told me that she will kill me! She's scary! She's evil! Don't believe in her words. She's lying!" Dark Louiz interjected. He lied to my friend Chloe. I couldn't take his words anymore, so I spoke, "You're such a liar, Dark Monster! I never said that to you! Don't create stories that aren't true! You're the evil one and not me! Don't humiliate me in front of my friend! You're so evil!" I snorted. "How dare you to create stories that aren't true?! It has no basis at all!" I added.

Which means Mel never told her. I swallow hard. That tracks. Embarrassment. Humiliation. Heartbreak. The kind you bury so deep it fossilizes. I’m such a fucking asshole. “Yeah,” Kiara mutters after a second, shaking her head. “Karma’s a bitch.” Tell me about it.