Novel & Cerita Funny Stories That Are True

It wasn't just me who heard what Hubert Lock said. His parents heard them too. Laidman Lock immediately raised a hand and smacked Hubert lightly on the arm, irritation creeping into his voice. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Who jokes with their wife like that?" Michelle Lock quickly patted the back of my hand and comforted me softly. "Crystal, don't take it to heart. It's April Fools' Day, isn't it? Hubert was just being thoughtless and making a joke."

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

What started off as a fairly subdued group quickly opened up as each of them told funny stories about themselves, knowing that Mark, Myra and Maddy didn't really know any of them. Mark told them of how he'd been so hungover in a lecture at college once that he'd fallen asleep and when he woke up it took him three hours to discover he had drawings on his face. Maddy told them of a photoshoot she'd done where she fainted in front of a client but still got the job, and of how she once did the infamous 'skirt-tucked-into-her-underwear' thing and no-one told her.

I start with a small giggle on my face. “I spent my day work all day, mmm at my family company” I laugh. “W-what! That was so boring” Z laughs. “Huh, and I got drunk in the middle of the night, in my bedroom floor, and woke up on couch all the time” I end. Both of us laughing because of the story, our faces are getting red because of the laugh. “Oh, my goodness! That’s insane!” Z tried to stop her laughs and leave a little giggle on her face. “Yeah, my life was insane!” I laugh softly.

“Emma, come here.” “But, I need to….” She tried to pull away from me. I knew she wanted to set her books down, and I knew she hated that I was touching her, but I needed my friends fixed, both of them, and there was only one person who could do that. He was telling a story as we approached, and I didn’t want to interrupt, but I also couldn’t wait too long either. “And then, wouldn’t you know it, but that bear totally left my lunchbox alone and ate every last crumb of my brother’s sandwich!” The kids standing around Mr. Horton’s desk laughed as if that was the funniest thing they’d ever heard in their lives. “And that’s why you don’t always have to be fast—you just have to be faster than the

He just nodded and smiled and moved on to something else Instead‚ he told me stories about his department at work that had me laughing so hard I almost choked on my bruschetta. He told me about the time he accidentally sent a personal email to the entire company mailing list and had to sit through an HR meeting about appropriate workplace communication while three hundred people read his grocery list. He told me about his dog‚ a golden retriever named Biscuit who had eaten his couch cushions twice and he still couldn't bring himself to be mad about it.

“You’re serious?” “As a board meeting. Two truths and a lie. We each say three things about ourselves. Two are true, one’s a lie. The other person guesses.” I gave her a skeptical look. “This is your grand morale boost?” She grinned. “Trust me, you’ll forget your existential crisis by round two.” I sighed, pretending to be reluctant, but sat up straighter. “Fine. You go first.” She sat forward, eyes dancing. “Okay. One—I once got mistaken for Rihanna’s cousin in Monaco. Two—I know how to fly a small plane. Three—I’ve never eaten sushi.”

I told myself I wouldn’t think about it. I was walking across campus with Freckles at my side. She was swinging her bag loosely over her shoulder while I carried mine properly. The sun was bright, students filled the walkways, and the air buzzed with conversations. “I saw the funniest story online this morning,” I was telling her, trying to sound casual. “Some guy tried to cook noodles in his electric kettle, and he ended up burning the whole thing.” Freckles gasped dramatically, her eyes widening. “You’re lying!”

“Embarrassing you? My dear, I’m telling her the truth. You used to cry when I braided your hair!” Savannah laughed harder. “Really?” “Yes oh!” Lisa said, smiling proudly. “This your husband is a crybaby!” Adrian gave up and sat down. “You win, Aunty.” “Of course, I always win,” she said, winking. After a while, the maids brought juice and snacks for them. They all sat down and talked for a long time. Lisa told funny stories about Adrian’s childhood — how he once ran away from home because he thought his mother cooked frog soup, and how he got stuck in a tree while trying to impress a girl.

“Do you like jokes?” “I do,” I said. He told me one about a duck in a library that made no sense and made perfect sense because he laughed so hard at the end that he forgot the last word and had to start again. Emma rolled her eyes and said she had a better one, and then her punchline was the same as Eli’s by accident and they both laughed until Stella smiled, and I had to look down for a second because the feeling in my chest was too much. When the laughter faded, Emma picked at a crumb and looked up. “Where do you live?”