Humor Books & Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

"Do you know that?" They flinched at him. "Sense of humor is an indicator of connection. Even in broken places, it's often the thread that can lead us back to mend." Amiriam's lips curled before she could catch herself. "He's still not funny." Luke gave her a pretend glare. "I'm hilarious." "Being… fine," she joked. And suddenly, a thin crack of the old warmth opened up. Midway through the session, the door creaked open.

and took a long pause, “don’t say something you don’t mean.” “Right,” I crossed my arms, “we shouldn’t hate animals,” and moved ahead creating distance between us. His head dropped dead hiding away his grin that should be embarrassment, but he’s too insensitive to feel those emotions. “Your jokes must be fun in your head, I wonder where the humor goes when they leave your mouth.” He leaned on my door. “You are on the door already, how about I kick you and throw your useless body out?” I gritted my teeth in frustration evidently.

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?"

I asked, his face was in horror, “You nearly collapsed-” I pushed myself back a little, laughing. “Oh- don’t you worry.” I forced a smile onto my lips. “I must have tripped.” He wasn’t buying it,” I’m just so clumsy, Mr. Dunn.” I swallowed hard, “I’ll just take myself inside.” I began to walk to the house before I turned my head back. “Don’t tell him, please, I just-” I smiled, “Was a little light-headed.” I walked quickly to my house, trying to shudder myself from his stare.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

Sighing, I got up to prepare the coffee. I did not expect to see Anna in the pantry. When she saw me enter, a disdainful smile tugged at her lips. “Your temper is improving, Maya. I thought you were about to burst into the office and catch us in the act.” She deliberately lifted her chin, revealing the glaring red mark on her neck. “Is that so?” I lowered my eyes and picked up the coffee beans. “Want a cup? It has excellent notes.” My calm left Anna momentarily stunned.

status to flirt with female colleagues from other departments. I tolerated it, telling myself he was just networking. But now, just to impress Miguel and get ahead, he couldn't wait to trample all over me. I let out a short, humorless laugh. "Todd Westman, what right do you have to lecture me?" His eyes darted around for a second before he raised his voice even louder. "I'm just saying this as a colleague who knows right from wrong! You should know what's good for you, Macy!" Looking at his hypocritical, revolting expression, I couldn't even be bothered to argue. I picked up the iced coffee on my desk and, without hesitation, splashed it straight in his face.

She replied, quite caught off guard. However, Matt's laughter didn't help the situation as if it were even possible; her entire face became red. She couldn't understand what was so funny? Although, Harlow couldn't help but notice that his laugh was nothing like that when Matt laughed. The laugh was in his eyes, in the way his face changed into that vision of simple joy and unrestrained glee. Yet indeed, it wasn't in his face either. His laugh came from within; it was just the way he was wired. People like him have more flexible brains, like all that humour bubbling around in him was like yoga for the synapses. Just being around him for a few minutes was better than a whole day of self-absorb