Humor Books & Stories Novels & Stories

' I say mentally. However, what I say, although it calms him down, doesn't make him feel embarrassed or angry, but rather, he laughs. And he doesn't laugh coldly, but, a genuine laugh, the kind you can't fake. Showing me that he does feel. That he can be happy. "I've never heard a joke as good as this one, wife. You should be a humorist," Helmut says wiping away a tear that escaped his eyes from laughing so hard. "What joke are you talking about?"

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes and my belly hurt from laughing so much but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. This was exactly the joke I needed to get out of the terrible mood I was in. By the time I was done laughing, I cleared my throat. “Thanks for making me laugh bestie. That was exactly what I needed. Your impeccable sense of humour.” I complimented. Taking in a deep breath, she whispered shakily. “I know right, just that I’m goddamn serious and I have two weeks left before I become a baby machine to someone who is of the same age as my father.”

he sounded so level headed, so calm and collected- it turned me on for some reason. I thought I’d be offended. But all I could do was laugh, this drink is working. He looked at me with amusement, he probably thinks I’m crazy. “Well I guess we’re both fools for falling in love. Cheers to that” with that, I down the remainder of my drink. He chuckles, damn he sounds so good. “You’re funny, but I’d like to believe it’s only because your drunk right now” I gasped “I’m very offended! I’m the funniest woman you’d ever meet. My sense of humor is unmatched, sober or drunk; but recently, I just laugh at myself. It’s pitiful, almost comical you know?”

“My family owned this before but this is mine now and I manage this. They’re busy with their company” “That’s sick!” “You look really surprised” “I didn’t expect that from you. I thought you were a good-for-nothing jerk” “Hey! You’re insulting me!” “Am I? My bad” I jokingly replied. I know he’s not the type that easily gets insulted. He has deep humor and wits which makes him very versatile when dealing with words spitted out to him. “What about you? You’re alone?” “Uhm… ye---” “Zae!!”

It didn't necessarily have to be based on height, beards and body stature, but as long as one improved in knowledge and had the better understanding of what the world considered for him, then he was good to go. "As arrogant as his father!" he sneered at me, dropping his hands by his side and then clenching them into fists, glaring at me with an angered face. "Oh please! Don't bring the dead weak man into this" I said. "So you did know he was weak!" He asked hysterically, laughing as the room was quiet. I guess his joke was more boring than the word itself. I wish his humour was humorous enough, but they lacked the contents which made it really less of what he wanted it to be.

It could be anyone. “Is everything alright?” Marvin’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. I nodded my head immediately “I am just fine” I said. “You are scoring me Kennedie” I scoffed “sometimes I scare myself too so it is not a big deal” I said. I thought it was pretty funny but apparently Marvin did not get the joke…. Bro has been losing his sense of humor lately. How boring. “This is not funny” he said. “You’ve got to admit, it is a little bit funny”

Juke grumbled under his breath, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. "I think we all know about your sense of humor Juke, it's only there when it's at the expense of others." Paul's voice carried a wry note from the back seat. "Tell us, have you ever laughed at yourself when the joke is on you, and not what you've done to someone else." "Why would I laugh at myself, that's just stupid? If something someone says upsets me, how can I find humor in that?" The genuine confusion in Juke's voice made Dale's heart twinge.

Puns, witty one-liners, and humorous anecdotes filled the air, each punchline punctuated by Selena's laughter. In those moments, the power of humor became a beacon, guiding us through the emotional labyrinth. Selena's laughter, once mingled with tears, now became a melody of resilience—a testament to our ability to find joy even in the face of heartache. As the evening unfolded, I realized that sometimes, the best way to heal is not only through comforting meals but also through the shared magic of laughter and companionship. The Canadian adventure, marked by twists and turns, continued to unveil the strength of our connection—one meal, one joke, and one shared moment at a time.

She expresses herself no matter which situation she is in. But like people say: Too much of something can become harmful. I appreciate that Ash says things like they are, but sometimes her honesty hurts. Last week, We boarded a cab, and -oh my God- no one on earth would be able to withstand the odor coming from those seats. The old man driving tried talking with us to distract us from the odor. He cracked jokes and even tried singing, but Ash eventually shouted, "Excuse me, sir" She interrupted. "talking or whatever you are trying to do won't make us forget this grease-pit we're in. I am going to work, not a fucking garbage dump!"