Novel & Cerita Humor Funny Stories

I'll only ever be a disappointment to him. I still make my jokes though. Thats the time where I can be myself, and make people happy. I want to make people happy. I've never liked it when they're upset. Everytime Theo got upset, I'd tell him a funny story and that usually worked. I wonder if Mommy would have liked my jokes?

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

I smiled, intrigued by her enthusiasm, and leaned back in my chair, silently encouraging her to continue. Sophia launched into a series of stories, each one more silly and entertaining than the last. She told me about the time she had accidentally spilled coffee all over her shirt and had to walk out of the shop with a giant stain on her chest. She told me about the time she had tried to order a complicated coffee drink and had ended up with a concoction that was completely undrinkable. And she told me about the time she had met a friend at the coffee shop and had ended up getting into a heated argument with him over something ridiculous. As she talked, I found myself becoming more and more

I know a lot of women who adore him. Even though Blake and I have only known each other for a short time, I can say he is kind. When our co-workers here are unsure about something, they immediately ask him, and he immediately assists them. He enjoys telling amusing stories during breaks. Because he enjoys a good sense of humor, even stress at work appears to be reduced when Blake cracks a joke. "Shut up Blake! I'm going to work. Don't bother me anymore," I grumbled, rolling my eyes. He simply laughed at me.

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

They all laughed at my silly jokes which lessen my nervousness. “That’s fine young lady, and just by looking at your face and curvy body, we know and we could tell already that you’re going to hit big, which is you’re already big” Again the room filled with laughter. An elegant and formal meeting turns to be a talk show where they all asked me questions about my experience and the works I had done in Europe and in the Americas. I can see Hadrian smiling widely on his cheer as the guest were entertained by my silly jokes and some boring stories.

She said that and I started dying on the floor, that was probably the funniest thing I've ever heard. "That is the fucking stoner spectrum!! Either you're a fucking Einstein or a fucking retard that tried to play baseball with a robot," I said, laughing through my words, causing Alex to break too, laughing and pointing out how fucked up my sense of humor is, "It's not my fault! Imagine having a fucked up humor before going through the dungeons of hell to become an arch-demon." "Tha-That's fair but still, that's fucked!" "Fuck me, that was funny," I said and the look I got from Alex scared the fuck outta me, she looked hungry but also cautious, "You good?"

They’ve even fallen to a routine, which is singing, storytelling and laughing, eating, light drinking, repeat. And it doesn’t come as a surprise that Logan shares plenty of his anecdotes. He thinks that he doesn’t sound stupid in at least one of them. But hey, he doesn’t have to know that until the right time comes. “I have a sensitive soul, you know,” he laments jokingly. “When you say it like that, I become deaf to any good parts of your story,” Megan retorts and almost instantly, everyone falls into howls of laughter.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Almost. Just that I do not laugh. Humor is not something I recognize even if it smacks me right in the face. I learnt early that I do not have a good sense of humor, as while I don’t have time for jokes, I used to laugh at the oddest hours, mostly when there is something as a serious as death on the line. That was weird. I know, and didn’t need anyone to tell me. So I stopped laughing all together. “It’s a ten minutes’ walk.”