Novel & Cerita Insult Humor

Suddenly, just like that, a fry flew and hit me on the forehead snapping me out of the silent anxiety attack. “Stop staring off like that, it creeps me out, you freak!” He teased with a playful tone and surprisingly, I didn’t even feel offended by the name calling. After all, I did introduce myself as a freak when we first met. “Jerk,” I decided to play the ‘who gets the last insult’ game. “Bitch.” “Man-whore.” “Hoe.” “Dickhead.” “Ass-hat.” “Fucktard.” “Imbecile.”

He is. "Oh look, the hooker is here." I look over and see Quincy and Geni sliding into the seats next to me. "What's up, twatface?" I respond to Geni's jab. I'm not sure when we started trading insults, but she seems to get a kick out of the different names I can call her so I keep doing it. In a really weird way, it has seemed to bridge the gap between our differences. "Ooh! Twatface," she says. "I like that one. Did you get a list of insults off the internet?"

"Turns out you're just a ridiculously attractive idiot." He nearly choked on his wine. Quin set his glass down carefully, the soft clink of crystal against the tablecloth cutting through the quiet hum of the restaurant. "Idiot?" he repeated, a hint of mock offense in his voice. I grinned. "A very attractive idiot." "That sounds kinda worse." "It wasn't meant as an insult." " But I feel insulted." "You'll survive." He shook his head, but the smile never quite left his face, softening the sharp lines of his features in the warm restaurant lighting.

Mason said, finally, and the flatness in his voice had changed slightly, lost some of its performance, become something more honest. "She finds you incredibly irritating," Noah agreed. "Those aren't the same thing." "Close enough." "Not really." Noah walked toward the door. "For what it's worth, the insult yesterday? She smiled right after. A real one. Not the one she uses when she's winning something. The other one." Mason said nothing. "Just noting it," Noah said. "The way someone might note the weather." He walked out.

Astrid hissed, grasping for any insult she could find, though her words lacked the sting she intended. I shrugged, unfazed. "You’ve said that a million times already. Honestly, it's getting a little boring. If you’re going to insult me, at least be original. ‘Pathetic’ doesn’t even scratch the surface.” Kyle, who had been watching the exchange with a smug look, leaned in and whispered to howard who was seating next to him, “Burn.” His smirk hadn’t left his face, clearly amused by how easily Astrid was being unraveled. the two men looked amuse a little too amused if you ask me

He asked me, smirking at me. “It’s funny how you find it so easy to insult me anytime you want but find it so hard to take an insult yourself. I’ll stop being rude when you stop calling me names, I’ll stop calling you the weird CEO when you stop calling me a gold-digging whore. How’s that?” I asked him with a smile that made him groan and his forehead creased in anger.

Hunter on the other hand only looked at me, not even a drop of scrutiny seemed to have shifted towards Samantha. "You know what? I take my words back," I smiled, "You can't be a slut because they are way better than you, you can be a...hmm.." I pretended to be in deep thought, "Get yourself a title that suits your character, I don't have time to waste on you." She looked deranged. Yes. The insult perfectly hit her and a few laughs from the students around made it more likely to be effective. I couldn't be happier. Watching her unable to speak up a word was a sight I'd pay for.

he said, picturing Valor with a flamethrower that he probably couldn’t even hold, let alone use efficiently. Sush’s index finger up and his animal sat, recognizing as the cue that she was about to make a point. “I don’t inject, Your Grace. I extract. Humor is always there. The ones who can’t find it are either lacking in creativity, mindful about not offending someone, or they’re mourning a loss. Otherwise, like happiness and sadness, amusement can be found in everything. It’s just a matter of perspective.” After reading her file, she was the last person he’d expected to be able to find humor in any - let alone every - situation.

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.

I let out a sarcastic smile, “have fun inhaling carbon dioxide there.” With that, they burst out laughing. “We really need to think ways to put some humor inside your brain!” Ave exclaimed, still laughing. I pursed my lips. “I don’t need that.” “As expected from you,” Rebel chuckled. I roll my eyes heavenwards. I don’t need some humor. A bitter smile placed against my lips. I only need someone who’ll save me from this hell. “How about this?” “Your showing too much skin.” “This one?” “Too short.”