Funny Things Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

The comedian on stage was pretty good, cracking jokes about everything from bad dates to the weird things people do at the grocery store. I glanced over at Sarah, and every time she laughed, it was like a little weight lifted off my chest. Halfway through, the comedian launched into a bit about couples, poking fun at all the little things people do when they’re comfortable around each other. I leaned over to her, smirking. “That’s us,” I whispered. “You know, minus the weird grocery stuff.” “Oh, please,” she shot back, rolling her eyes. “You’re the one who insists on checking every single expiration date like it’s a life-or-death decision.”

“I did too but you know what?” “What?” “When I was younger and I would get sad, I would think of the silly things my daddy did and it would make me laugh. My dad always had a way of making us laugh.” “My dad was silly too!” Precious exclaimed, excited they had something in common. “He once put ten marshmallows in his mouth at once.” “My dad could put a whole hotdog, with the bun, in his mouth. My mom would yell at him for being gross, but it made us laugh.”

“That’s hilarious. At least you got food out of it! I can imagine the look on their faces.” “Right? They were probably wondering if we were some kind of forest creatures,” Adrian added with a wink. I felt a warmth spread through me. These moments felt precious. After everything we had been through, it was nice to feel normal, to laugh together and forget our worries for a while. “So, what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” Janet asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Something you would never tell anyone else.” I thought for a moment, the gears turning in my head. “Hmm, let me think.” A mischievous grin crossed my face. “There was that time I snuck out to a party when I was supposed

But then, something came over him, and the laughter bubbled right on out. It was an extraordinary thing actually… that he could find anything funny right now, with so much going on. The fact that it was his vehicle getting annihilated, well that was just plain insane. But he had pictured her laughing and snorting, running around and trying to be quiet while abusing his hummer… and that was just about the funniest shit he’d ever imagined.

For the next few minutes, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. They told me funny stories about things that had happened around the house, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I actually laughed. Their stories were filled with small, humorous mishaps—like the time the gardener accidentally watered Mr. Dela Cruz's shoes or when a squirrel ran into the kitchen, causing panic among the staff. Their lively chatter made me forget, even if just for a little while, about all the chaos happening around me. It was like a brief escape, a reminder that life could still have moments of joy, even in the middle of a storm.

Everyone just laughed like I'm just some kind of a psychopath, what's funny to them, they were laughing and pointing hands, and worse of it the subjects were laughing too, maybe I was stupid for talking without understanding anything, I shouldn't have let my curiosity get the better of me.

And so, on and on ,like the osscilation of a pendulum, the disheartening piece of my bio churned while the sands of time dripped slowly and slowly as it watched my narration irks the soul of the spectators. That I thought, but it appeared to be nothing but a blunt lie. It was a revolving piece of gags and laughs. A piece of funny cake, a chunk of interesting cheese, a loaf of an adventurous bread and a real ginger to the spirits of the audience. They applauded.

Yeah, Juan is right that a person's birthday is yearly, not just sometimes. "You probably don't intend to make Andrew hear your jokes that aren't funny, do you?" I stopped laughing and looked at Shin. "The jokes I searched for are so funny, I just don't know why you don't laugh at them." "Because it's not funny. Next joke." "Okay. Okay, this is it. Listen and understand the joke I'm going to tell,"

She deadass did save my life but something in the back of my mind kept telling me that was not the reason I was agitated to meet her. "Then tell me what the fuck the reason is, you stupid brain." I yelled into my pillow, muffling the sound to the point where it almost sounded non-existent. I'm not one to play mind games, I just wanted to know the reason. Did you get the pun there? I'm so fucking funny. I know you're shaking your head thinking of what a stupid pun that was. But you know it was fucking lit. Maybe I should go into Comedy instead, I'm too funny for Urban/Realistic/Drama. Imagine my next stop being called Life of Eve: Comedy and Puns. What do you think?