Funny Sentences That Make No Sense Novels & Stories

Much to my embarrassment, they burst into laughter. "Do you think we'd be interested in serving a member of the royal family? That's bullshit!" jeered the man with green hair, his laughter echoing through the room. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. These people were insane! What was so funny about my simple question? They were nothing but uncivilized savages, laughing for no reason!

“That bad?” “Everyone is annoying.” Marco snorted from across the table. Matias pointed his fork at him. “Especially people who think they're funny.” “I am funny.” “You're twenty-six and still play video games with a twelve-year-old.” “Exactly. That's why I'm funny.” Matias rolled his eyes before looking back at me. “Everyone suddenly acts weird in middle school.” I leaned forward. “Weird how?” “They care about everything.” I blinked. “That's very specific.”

Jasmine said. "Hold on, hold on! I've got a joke that might lighten the caloric guilt. Why don't scientists trust atoms?" Jonathan said with a pause before adding, "Because they make up everything!" "Just when I thought I had heard your corniest joke," Florence said and rolled her eyes. The others burst into laughter, their mirth contagious, which made Clare smile. "Okay, I got another one," the young earl said. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?... Well, because he was outstanding in his field!"

It could be anyone. “Is everything alright?” Marvin’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. I nodded my head immediately “I am just fine” I said. “You are scoring me Kennedie” I scoffed “sometimes I scare myself too so it is not a big deal” I said. I thought it was pretty funny but apparently Marvin did not get the joke…. Bro has been losing his sense of humor lately. How boring. “This is not funny” he said. “You’ve got to admit, it is a little bit funny”

He said this to me while stuttering and sweating profusely on his palm. I paused for a moment before smiling because I suddenly remembered an old joke. "What makes fowl so amusing?" Arthur arched his brow and couldn't come up with an answer. I cleared my throat and imitated how fowls make noise. "Becauseeeeee!!" I declared, making both of us laugh out loud.

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

Marcel felt like he is a god while the two of them are sinners who asked for his forgiveness. Marcel's laughter erupted like the cackle of a maniac, wild and unrestrained. His eyes grew wide with mirth as he threw his head back, clutching his stomach as if in pain. The sound echoed through the room, filling it with a sense of chaos and unpredictability. It was a laugh that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it because it was clear that Marcel was not in his right mind. As the laughter subsided, he looked around with a twisted grin on his face.

“So why’s he standing here looking like he wants to disappear?” Nobody answers. One of them laughs awkwardly. “We’re just messing around.” There it is. The sentence. The same one we’ve all used. The excuse. Just messing around. I used to believe it. Hell… I used to say it. I fold my arms across my chest. “Did he look like he was laughing?” Silence. “I asked you a question.” “No.” “So maybe it wasn’t funny.” The shortest guy shifts uncomfortably. “We didn’t mean anything by it.”

The sound was deep and unexpected rich and low like a hidden waterfall suddenly roaring to life. He threw his head back a little and the sound that filled the room was completely disarming and frustrating. He thought this was hilarious. His stand-up comedy routine was my personal source of annoyance. He laughed his amused gaze still focused on me. “Silly silly girl”he said. “Your phone has nothing on it. And no even though its an interesting idea I havent implanted a hidden camera in your eye.”

Simultaneously, they decided that words were overrated. PBBBBBT! They both blew massive, wet raspberries, cheeks puffed out like chipmunks. The force of the expulsion sent a spray of soggy biscuit crumbs flying across the room like shrapnel, glittering in the kitchen light before raining down on the floor. They froze for a second, wide-eyed, looking at the mess they had created. Then, as if on cue, they exploded into hysterical giggles, throwing their heads back. To them, it was the funniest thing that had ever happened in the history of the world—an act of pure, anarchic comedy.