Humor Funny Stories Novels & Stories

"Rude! I’m a model citizen. I only commit crimes against humor. Not that I’d ever need to rob a bank!" "Crimes against humor," I chuckled. "That’s one way to put it. Your dad jokes are a whole different category." "Hey!" he said, pretending to be offended. "My dad jokes are basically an art form." He pointed at me like a teacher about to drop knowledge. "Why did the scarecrow get promoted?" I shot him a wary look. "Frank—" "Because he was outstanding in his field," he declared, laughter bubbling up as he reveled in his own joke.

he joked. I made us a simple breakfast, eggs, toast, fruit, and the strong coffee he liked. We ate at the island, talking about nothing heavy. He told me a funny story about one of his executives sending an email with the wrong attachment, a cat meme instead of the quarterly report. I told him about the latest drama in my study group someone accidentally calling the professor “daddy” in class. He grinned. “Sounds like a good time.” “It was mortifying for her,” I laughed. “But kind of hilarious.”

“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

“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.”

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.”

The night rolled on in a blur of laughing, teasing and ridiculous stories. They roasted Samira for the time she tripped during a big corporate event. Tasha told a story about accidentally emailing a love confession to the whole company. Devin swore up and down he saw a ghost in the break room once. Then Theo talked about the time Samira accidentally sent a draft ad with a massive typo to the entire executive board ("Best Crapper Rates!" instead of "Best Career Rates!"). Samira turned beet red, and she covered her face with her hands while everyone howled with laughter.

“I might not have read your script, but with the way you spoke about it, I'm pretty sure it's brilliant and it'll do brilliantly well.” My gaze lifted to see him stunned with his eyes wide opened like I had told a ghost story. He blinked, then smiled. “That's actually quite encouraging. Thanks. I guess you're not that weird after all.” I scoffed. “I guess you're not that tough after all.” Several minutes later, we were still seated, having a great conversation. He narrated a story where he almost got beaten to death after pretending to have a gun so he could scare away some robbers. Somehow, he found a way to make the story hilarious, my amusement making my stomach hurt as I laughed heartily

“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?”

And neither of us says anything about it. Fred is in the middle of telling a ridiculous story about something that happened at work, and Stephanie is laughing so hard she nearly spills her drink. “Wait…wait…..so you’re telling me you actually told your boss that?” she gasps. “I had to!” Fred defends, pointing dramatically. “He deserved it!” “And you didn’t get fired?” Jason cuts in, clearly amused. “God loves me,” Fred says proudly. We all burst into laughter. Even Lucas. And I swear… I could sit there forever just listening to that sound.

he joked. None of the students laughed or even cracked a smile—the joke wasn't funny at all. Yet, a loud, exaggerated laugh echoed through the room anyway. No one was surprised to see that it was Mr. Chan, desperately sucking up to his boss and laughing at a terrible joke just to stay on his good side.