Hilarious Punchlines Novels & Stories

“I've got a 9 month old baby at home. As if I wanna be babysitting your sorry ass” Her oblivious pun sent me into peals of hysterical laughter. Screeching, can’t-catch-your-breath, tears rolling down your cheeks laughter that comes so rarely I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed so hard. When I finally recovered, Selina was staring at me like I’d grown an extra head.

I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite." Her reply was swift, "I remember that! You have the best laugh." I chuckled at her words, "Well, you have the best jokes. It's a perfect match." The conversation flowed effortlessly, a dance of words that mirrored the rhythm of our connection. As we continued chatting, the miles between us seemed to vanish. She shared anecdotes from her day, and I found solace in the sound of her virtual laughter. I couldn't help but tease her, "You know, our photos don't do justice to your laughter. I miss hearing it in person."

JUST WHAT? A yellow and bright bulb shone beside my head. I got an idea. “I TOLD YOU IT’S NOT A GOOD JOKE!” I shouted at Lance before I slapped his hand that was holding mine. Lance let go of my hand. His narrowed eyes turned open, a family of hippopotamus might come out from them. “Your joke isn’t funny anymore, Sir!” I added. “H-Huh?” Lance stuttered. I glanced at Ingrid who is maybe confused about what is happening. Then I continued my acting.

"Okay! Okay! I will stop, but that joke of yours isn't good. Aren't there any more funny jokes?" I sat down next to Shin again. "I still have a lot of jokes," I replied. "Okay let me hear," "Here is a knock-knock joke. Knock-knock," - Me. "Who's there?" - Shin. "Tank," - Me. "Tank, who?" - Shin. "You're welcome!" Shin and I both poker-faced to that joke at the same time so I immediately drew a long line on it. "Knock! Knock!" - Me.

When the students of the Genius Camp saw this scene, they all flew backwards several steps, looking dumbfounded. Then, it was quiet. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. All the people present didn't dare to say a word. "You...you!" At this time, Harold, the number one genius in the Genius Camp, did not dare to utter a complete sentence. "Sigh." Lucas sighed, saying, "Why don't you believe me?" As soon as he finished speaking, Lucas punched Harold. This punch was simply too casual. But... However, Harold's pupils shrank rapidly. Because he found that he couldn't take this powerful punch at all.

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

Harrison asked. “The great Alexander Lancaster is actually scared of something like this? So pathetic!” Hazel laughed playfully. She was so amused by this scenario. “Let me add more to his pain.” Harper pressed a button and it sent a meme to Alexander’s account. It was a picture of him and the surprised Pikachu face. Which described his situation perfectly. The kids laughed quietly, they were enjoying it. “He looks so stupid!” Henry exclaimed. “I bet he is fuming with anger right now. His face must be as red as an apple.” Hazel playfully added.

She asked after we broke apart. “Horrible.” I replied with a faint chuckle, “Everything was going well until that walking toothpick accused my father and the company of fraud.” Hilda paused for a moment as her eyes furrowed, then loud, uncontrollable laughter followed. I turned to face her, puzzled. “What's funny?” I asked, crossing my legs with a surprise grin on my face. “A walking toothpick?” Hilda scoffed, “Damn girl, you're harsh.” “I'm serious,” I replied, trying not to smile. “You need to see this man; I bet the wind can easily blow him away.”

The laugh cut off instantly. I frowned, leaning forward on the sofa. Glitch, I told myself. Just a compressed audio error. I unpaused it. The movie continued, but the laughter returned a few seconds later, layered underneath the dialogue. It was mocking, a rhythmic he-he-he that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

Fair. Not even Lily. Reasonable. But she was winning. God. At least according to her. Fair. Then came the comparisons. Reasonable honestly. Peanut rolled over. God. Lily immediately performed three rolls. Fair. Peanut laughed. Reasonable. Lily laughed louder. God. Peanut grabbed a toy. Fair. Lily grabbed three toys. Reasonable honestly. The situation became ridiculous. God. Completely ridiculous. Fair. Then Daniel visited. Reasonable.