Funny Sentences That Make No Sense Novels & Stories

" Ian frowned at the question. Ian (8:15 pm) : What kind stupid question are you asking? Irritating Twat (8:16 pm) : Don't know the answer? Ian (8:16 pm): No. Irritating Twat (8:17 pm) : Because it is made out of cells! Haha! Ian gaped at the message for a long time before a small laugh escaped his mouth. The joke was really lame but it was funny.

What the hell he could not even understand any of their gestures and the meaning of that damn eye contact and grimaces on their faces. They laughed. “What the fuck? What's funny?” Eli put her hands on her belly while cackling. “Don't ask, moron.” They laughed at Celo again. “You both are insane. If only I could read minds.” He shook his head and started digging on his meals, not paying attention to the every single chortle they made or more likely keeping himself distracted by the foods on his plates just to not notice or get totally pissed off by them.

"And I don't neglect what belongs to me." I laughed. It came out sharp and short and without any humor in it — the kind of sound that is technically a laugh the way a gunshot is technically a sound. It surprised me. I hadn't expected to have enough left for even that. Matt Davis watched me laugh at him without any change in his expression. "You think that's funny," he said. "I think it's — " I stopped. Pressed my hand briefly to my mouth. Got the laugh under control. "I think it's the strangest sentence anyone has ever said to me."

"I honestly don't know what is funny in my statement. I am as confused as a hawk who found out about week ago that he has been stalking the grave where his dead mother was laid to rest." "That doesn't make a little bit of sense, admit it." "What am I admitting this time?" "You must admit that the whole invitation of a hawk and his dead mother into our conversation doesn't make sense." "Is that what you want?" I rolled my sleeves till it was close to my shoulders. “Yes, that is what I want.” "How about I cut you a deal? You tell me what is funny in the statement I made about throwing lights on the subject while I will admit that the hawk addition wasn't necessary."

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

Besides, who exactly gave Todd the illusion that he was someone important? I scoffed. "Todd Westman, from the moment you had the audacity to spout all that, you lost the right to speak to me." People could only communicate meaningfully when they were on the same intellectual level. Seeing how resolute I was, Todd struggled frantically and screamed, "No… Babe, listen to me. I can explain. I was just confused for a second. I love you!" "Shut up. Just listening to you makes my ears feel dirty."

"Do you remember the year your mom passed away? We were seniors, and you said you had no home anymore. I held you that day and said I would marry you one day. We'll have children with you and give you a home again. Alan, I came to keep my promise." Outside the window, white funeral memorial ribbons drifted down in the wind. I suddenly felt dizzy. I was so furious I could faintly taste the blood in my throat. I knocked the velvet box to the floor. The ring, worth tens of thousands, rolled away and disappeared into some hidden corner.

The sound that escaped was a low, rumbling chuckle, eyes glinting as he watched her animatedly gesture at him. “You’re blaming me for your grades?” he asked, still laughing softly, a dangerous, amused undertone threading through his voice. “Yes!” she exclaimed, throwing her head back dramatically. “All your fault! You’re the reason my brain isn’t working!” He shook his head, laughter spilling out now, echoing lightly in the study. The sound was warm yet teasing, and Timtim felt herself softening slightly despite her frustration. She rolled her eyes at him, trying to regain her composure, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her, tugging into a small, amused smile.

“Not a single word about fraud, certifications, or shell companies.” We ended up laughing about the most ridiculous things—bad movies we secretly loved, inside jokes that made no sense to anyone else, the way he somehow managed to burn toast even with a timer blaring right beside him. “I still don’t understand how that’s possible,” I said, shaking my head. He groaned. “It’s a gift. A tragic one.” I laughed harder than I had in days. “You set off the smoke alarm with bread.” “It was slightly too toasted,” he argued.

The child answered. They laughed at the girl’s answer. “Don’t you want to go to the beach with a plane or bus?” Jenny joked to the girl. “Is there a plane on the beach and a bus, auntie? Planes and buses don’t swim, aunty.” The child answered innocently. The three laughed at what the girl said. It’s like she had a debate with her auntie. The three of them couldn’t stop laughing. Lexie was also laughing which made them even more happy. Even if it doesn’t seem to know what they are laughing at.