Funny Things Novels & Stories

Hey Nate, Did you do a weird thing? Let's see. You read comments on an online support group, saw one that caught your interest, couldn't suppress the urge to talk to the girl that wrote said comment, sent her the oddest email she's ever read, and then decided to forget that he ever sent the email in the first place. Is that weird? I'll leave you to answer that for yourself. And yes, I do have a sense of humor. Usually the dark kind, but it's still humor nonetheless, isn't it? But nowadays, very few things make me laugh. So,I don't know what to make of it. Does that still count as having a good sense of humor?

Nothing against manatees, but when Mers could shift into sleek, graceful, fast-moving dolphins, why-in-the-sea would anyone think they’d choose a meandering sea cow? “It’s true. Logan told me. ’Course he also said mer- maids don’t exist.” Michael broke into peals of laughter and Logan joined in, although obviously not getting the real joke. Although the real joke was on 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.

From unexpected chicken escapades to stumbling on hay bales, each fun situation provided us with renewing laughs and an even deeper connection. The funny moments not only brought us joy, but also taught us to embrace imperfection and find humor in the most unusual situations. These moments also united us, creating shared memories that would be remembered with a smile even after our tasks on the farm were completed. And so, we continued to face the daily tasks with a touch of humor, knowing that each shared laugh brought us even closer. These funny moments have become a constant reminder that life is full of surprises, and that it is important to embrace joy and lightness, even in the midst o

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

My eyes widened for a second, then I shook my head and brought myself to look at her with a frown. "Good point. Relationships are complicated, even when they end. Sometimes it's hard to let go I guess, huh?" "I think we know better than anyone." Liza giggled and nudged me in the ribs teasingly. I chuckled, and then we both burst into high pitched laughter. It's always so ironic how the most messed up shit is hilarious to laugh at in hindsight. What are we thinking, anyway? Staying around people who treat us like shit.

VINCE "Joy has a habit of talking to herself?" Mum asked, her voice cracking because of her laughter. I nodded, "She does. A lot." Joy couldn't stop laughing either and neither could Richard. For the past half an hour, every one of us brought up stories that had our stomachs hurting. "Well, it's not weird at all. Richard here has a habit of farting when he's nervous." Ri immediately retorted, “Now, that’s very embarrassing.”

Show‑off. We talk about nothing and everything, movies, music, the weird guy at the gas station who tried to sell him a ferret once. I laugh so hard I snort, and he looks at me like it’s the best sound he’s ever heard. For a moment, I forget about tomorrow. About Nationals. About everything. It’s just us.

Laughing? No fucking way!

"Shut the fuck up. You love my laugh." FYI it's not a donkey laugh. I like to think that I laugh like a normal person. "Yeah I fucking do."