Funny Things To Do Novels & Stories

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

Together, they formed a dynamic duo, effortlessly bringing smiles to our faces. Elliot, with his quick wit and mischievous grin, joined in the merriment, contributing his fair share of jokes and hilarious anecdotes. His infectious laughter was contagious, spreading joy throughout our gathering. We exchanged quips and jests, the playful banter building a sense of camaraderie that transcended mere acquaintanceship. As we shared our stories and laughed until our sides ached, time seemed to lose its grip on us. The world around us faded into the background, and the park became a stage for our collective happiness. Each moment was etched in my memory, like a mosaic of laughter and shared experien

I sighed in defeat. "I'm more of an 'at-home' person, if I’m being honest,” I admitted. “I read, watch some TV, play cards, cook a little. Stuff like that.” "Well, that's... boring. Sorry, but it is,” he said shrugging. “Don't you ever like to go out and have fun?" "For example?" "I don't know. Meeting some friends at a bar and drinking until last call. Dancing at a club until they kick you out. Hooking up with a random stranger for one wet and wild night. Something interesting."

“It’s kinda gloomy in here, isn’t it? All..serious.” She suddenly clapped her hands. “I have an idea! How about we do something… fun? Just for a little bit. To, like, de stress?” I was wary. “Fun?” The concept felt alien. Fun was a luxury I’d never known. “Yeah! Like....” Rachel rummaged in her oversized, brightly colored bag that seemed to contain everything but a kitchen sink. She pulled out a small, sleek tablet. “I could show you some hilarious cat videos! Or, oh! Better yet! I have this app that makes your face do weird things. It’s totally stupid, but it always makes me laugh.”

I say, grabbing a pen and a notepad sitting beside my laptop. "I was thinking something like a roller rink party or maybe ice skating. Or we could do a couple of different escape rooms. Maybe a murder mystery. Or you know, you Mr Millionaire could fly us all out to Vegas since she'll be of age both in drinking and gambllinnnggg" She finishes on a high note. I take in a small breath before I chuckle softly.

she said quietly, "Another shot sounds good." Gavin reached for her hand on the table, and gave it a gentle squeeze.. "It's gone cold," Jess chuckled, looking at their breakfast. "That's not good," Gavin replied, chuckling too. "So the staff that came gave me a long list of fun things we can do, what would you like to do first?" "We have skydiving, swimming, hiking, picking apples..." "Picking apples?!" he re-echoed as if he hadn't heard himself before. "How is that a fun thing?"

“Let’s do tomorrow something funny! You are too tensed and it will ease your mind.” “Where do you want to go?” dad asked. “I don’t know! Maybe bowling, or go to the beach, watch sunset, go to the park and eat cotton candy! There are a lot of things we can do!” she exclaimed. “Let’s do everything from aforementioned,” Raf said. “Yes!” granny screamed. “Okay. Tomorrow at noon we are going to the park, then we can go to the bawling, to the beach and watch there the sunset,” uncle Wayne said.

I asked to change the subject “Are you waiting for it to knock on the door and take you away or do you play hide and seek?” "No.” Replied Mr. Fitcher smiling "Every day off I have, I try to do something different like fishing, dancing, throwing myself at Benji, going bowling or just going for a walk in the parks, you know there are a lot of them in here.” "It seems interesting the Benji thing.” I said once I came out of shock.

Were they filling the butcher shop with silly string, or replacing the village signs with ridiculous messages? He chuckled to himself, thinking about the possibilities. The stranger looked at him curiously, but Lyall just grinned. "Just thinking about my friends," he said. The stranger nodded, a small smile on his face. "I'm sure they're quite the handful," he said. Lyall laughed. "That's an understatement," he said. "But I love them anyway. They're always up to something crazy, and they never fail to make me laugh." As they walked, Lyall told the stranger all about Render and Vento's antics. He told him about the time they had filled the village fountain with Jell-O, and the time they had c

he's speaking in that ridiculously goofy, high-pitched tone. I couldn't help but laugh a bit. It was absolutely silly, certainly, but you can get that sort of silly that's just funny when you're extremely bored, you know? Tray picked up another can and jumped into the act, drawing a wailing face beside Paul's stick man. The title of the article above read, "Crybaby." Man, Rick, who's normally pretty relaxed, just went and spray-painted a giant middle finger in the middle of everything. The guys just burst into laughter again, bumping into one another like they couldn't deal with how funny this was.