Humour Novels & Stories

Hey Nate, Did you do a weird thing? Let's see. You read comments on an online support group, saw one that caught your interest, couldn't suppress the urge to talk to the girl that wrote said comment, sent her the oddest email she's ever read, and then decided to forget that he ever sent the email in the first place. Is that weird? I'll leave you to answer that for yourself. And yes, I do have a sense of humor. Usually the dark kind, but it's still humor nonetheless, isn't it? But nowadays, very few things make me laugh. So,I don't know what to make of it. Does that still count as having a good sense of humor?

she could only stop her inwardly Wow!, is this what they call a God's joke on one, if yes, then dear Gods, you do have a pathetic sense of humour, yet.. I'll laugh.. All Hearts !!

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.

“He probably is.” And just like that, the weight of the moment passed. Roy’s humour was dry, flat, and a little too timed, but it worked. Disarming in the weirdest way.

I replied to her, and she scoffed playfully. “I feel they’re trying to be funny but it’s just coming out as forced and awkward.” She had her legs crossed and on top of the coffee table. Hamish chuckled. “Well, I think it’s a good movie. I kind of like it.” “That’s because you have a terrible sense of humor. I have my fingers crossed that that personal trainer you’re dating is going to knock your sense of humor back to life.” Bunny laughed lowly, and we joined her. Hamish chuckled and his face got red. “Whatever.” His voice was light.

I muttered, “if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t poison you. I’d shoot you instead.” Their mouths dropped open, and I realized too late that I shouldn’t be joking about something like that. A nervous laugh fell from my lips. “I—I was only joking. You’d be able to smell poison from a mile away, and I know you’ll get the gun away from me within seconds.” Devrim was the first to break the silence. “You humans have a sick sense of humour. I don’t really see what’s so funny in what you said.” “I’m sorry.”

He was confused and clueless. " Why are you laughing? What's so funny in these jars ". Yeah! Clueless he was about the product in the parcel. On the other hand, Juhee was finding it hard to stop laughing, it was just so funny thya someone would send them something like this. " Hey! Hey! Please stop laughing and tell me what you found so funny to laugh your ass off ", He was annoyed by her random laugh. Juhee sneakily glanced at her pants, just beloved his abdomen.

It took everything in me to stop myself from acting rashly. Abruptly, she burst into a peal of laughter. The laughter started with a few chuckles before it turned into full-blown hysterical laughter. I was confused and perplexed. What was funny about the whole thing happening? I thought she was offended by my utterances a while ago. What was happening? “I didn’t think you would be this humorous, Liam. OMG!” she mumbled amidst her laughter, tilting her head backward as she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. “You crack jokes effortlessly. I must commend your skill. You have a huge talent,” she continued.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Remember when I asked you for your opinion? Me neither” I said, as I smiled sweetly at him and walked off to the other side of the room. All the guys started to roll on the ground laughing. I have to say they sounded worse than a hyena. “I hear that there is a new app called sense of humor. D******d it bitch!” Danny snapped. I rolled my eyes. “You know Danny; acting like a dick would not make yours any bigger.” I pointed out.

Which is about the only thing we agree on. If Chris notices this dynamic, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he joins in as the leap from topic to topic which includes the latest page three model, women in gyms, dating and top gear. For almost two hours I persevere, struggling to detect a single witty remark among this poor excuse for schoolboy humour. Yet the last thing I want is to be dismissed as having no sense of humour. I redundantly stand with a smile on my face. You’d think this would be easy, but it’s not. Unlike Chris, who has tears rolling down his face, I find his friends about as hilarious as having a root canal done with