Funny Punchline Novels & Stories

" I watched their faces on the livestream. Disbelief and shock were written all over them. I couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't fun to be played, was it? The chat exploded with comments. "Yo, I didn't see this coming! We may not have gotten what we came here for, but this ending is hilarious!" "Adam is smart. He probably figured it out long ago." "What a twist! We thought Adam had been fooled, but turns out they were the ones tricked." Mom tried calling me, but the number was out of service. I had even blocked her on WhatsApp. From Genevia, I couldn't stop laughing at their faces. Mom and Dad were livid, but Archer was secretly rejoicing.

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

Dean muttered. “Then keep up,” I teased, grinning. “And maybe try looking at the screen instead of me.” The next puzzle was trickier: a lion standing next to a toilet inside a bathroom stall. I mumbled possibilities under my breath. “Lion-toilet… toilet-lion… bathroom lion…” We both fell quiet, staring at the screen. Then it hit me. “Stallion!” I blurted, making Dean flinch. I laughed as he shot me a bewildered look.

“Who’d take down more guys. Guess who came out on top?” Petrov chuckled again, the sound rumbling in his chest. “He’s lying. It was a draw at best.” “Sure it was,” Tony replied, rolling his eyes. “Keep telling yourself that.” Despite myself, I couldn’t help but laugh. The absurdity of the moment—the two of them joking around after everything—was too much. “You’re both idiots,” I said, shaking my head. “But we’re alive,” Tony countered, winking at me. “And you love us for it.”

Rex's ears perked up. He dropped the phone on the table. Josh picked the phone up. " What would Jerry use as his password?" he asked rhetorically. "How should I know?" "I'll give you a hint. It's a five letter word". " Try comic" " Noo" the phone buzzed, indicating a wrong password. "Uhm funny?" "Uh uh" "What about laugh?" " Didn't work" " What about... Money". Josh suggested, already typing it into the phone. A few buzzes later, Hunter was feeling utterly frustrated. The doorbell dinged.

I patted his shoulder and said, “We are the three musketeers, nothing will ever pull us apart. Not even girls, bros before hoes, you jump, I jump.” We started laughing and Mitchum came out of the bathroom at that moment and said, “What are you fuckers laughing at?” “Your ugly mug, fucker!” I said as I continued to laugh louder. “Man you guys are just assholes,” Mitchum sulks and he walks to the kitchen area grabbing a toaster pastry and a can of soda. Kenneth ever the peace maker amongst us says, “Don’t get your panties in a wad bro, we were having a deep conversation about the note Bay got yesterday. Then he said something to lighten the mood and we were laughing at that.”

He murmured, ruefully. I badly didn't want to see him sad anymore. "Jokes could help.You can tell me jokes" "Jokes"He said more to himself as if thinking of something up. "Well, I think I heard this somewhere,I don't really remember how it starts or ends but the punch line is...'Get lost,you old cargo'!" I grimaced. "So am I supposed to laugh to an half joke?" He pouted."I'm an hopeless joke teller" I couldn't stop myself from laughing not because of his half joke but because of how hopeless he looked.

My smile widened as I mindlessly took off my jacket setting it down on the leather seat. I clung to Dalton chatting with him as Enzo thought it was the time for the like of the day as he called it. It was one of those stupid habits that we had going on as kids and it kinda stuck with us and Enzo was the one with the shittiest and corniest jokes. I braced myself to hear one of his dad jokes, Dalton was holding in his laugh at the eager look on his brother's face already. "What do you call a joke without a punchline?"

"You're going to shoot me?" Finn's face looks devilish as he delivers the punch line. "Yeah, full of my cum," and then he does that one eyebrow lift thing men do. My uncontrolled laughter has me choking again and he pounds on my back as I reach for a drink. "That is the cheesiest thing you have ever said. I hope you've never used that line on a girl." "Oh come on, it wasn't so bad." He emphasizes the word come and then laughs with me.

“Eh, not really. No.” He sighed. “A mortician walks into a bar-” “Formaldehyde is the punchline, isn't it?” “Stop ruining my jokes, you wretch.” I vaguely noticed his temper. “Tea,” he said darkly. “I need tea.” “Heh heh. Tea. T.” “Silence, Shannon.”