Insulting Humor Novels & Stories

she insulted. I did not feel hurt from the shallow insult. Throwing jabs at my supposed lack of home training was what I considered an elementary school type of insult. I chuckled at her failed attempt to ridicule me. "I don't know who you are, so we can't exactly call you my guest." I replied with a small smile. "Who says I'm your guest?" she said, condescendingly. Her smugness was starting to irritate me. She had an air of entitlement that was extremely annoying to watch.

Finally, I got a proper look at them: one was plus-sized like me, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes behind thick glasses, she remined me of my sisters; the other had deeper brown skin than mine, a height and body of a super model and a beautiful healthy afro. “Don’t let him get to you,” the second woman said with a warm smile. I sighed. “I shouldn’t have gone to that fast food in the first place. Why do people insult others and call this ‘dark humor’? What’s funny about cruelty and humiliation?” The slim woman’s expression hardened. “He’s a serial jerk—makes nasty comments about women he dislikes and flirts with the ones who fit his ‘type.’ His dad owns the place, so he acts like

He is crazy… Silly. "What a way to insult" sarcasm sprang from me even though I didn't plan it. The curly brunette laughed and crushed out the butt of the cigarette in the ashtray. He got up, resting his elbows on the table and the beige light reflected in his eyes the personality of an angel and a demon in the same body. —I don't like insults, my culture is special. "What culture?" He shrugs. "One who believes me." —And your culture doesn't let you insult even your stupid boss?

I shouted insults at him, calling him every name in the book, but he just laughed in response. "Let me go! I'm not finished with you!" I shouted, fueled by anger. "Oh, calm down, sweetheart. No need to get all riled up," he chuckled in response, his voice dripping with amusement. I glared at him, my heart still pounding in my chest. "You think this is funny? You think you can just mock me?" He shrugged casually. "You're the one making a scene here. So, go ahead, insult me. Call me every name in the book. It won't change a thing."

"That idiot called me a 'low life'. Why would I risk getting beaten over you?" My eyes widened at that, embarrassed. Of course, he wouldn't do that for me. Gosh, I'm so stupid! But he didn't need to rub it in my face like that. "Oh." Hurt and humiliations flowing free, but he wasn't done. "I mean come on, look at you. You're boring as hell, too good to even dare to think of something rather fun. You're plain, and childish. And in case you didn't notice, we've met for like a decade and you have to get me drunk in order to endure you following me around like a brainless puppy." Nate laughed cruelly and the first traitorous tear fell. I just couldn't prevent it. But it was as if he couldn't sto

Pushing himself to stand straight, he replied, “Wouldn’t that make humor-extraction easy.” She scoffed. The sound brought a twinkle into her eyes, ones that he’d never noticed before. Because they were never there. Sush could find humor in many situations, but most of it was insensitive humor - ones she kept to herself, some were self-deprecating humor, thinking back to how naive she was when she thought engineering was the only thing she was going to do until retirement or when she thought her mother died of a simple road accident. Such humor simply kept her sane and entertained. It never brought the shine that Greg was witnessing.

That's, absurdity to the highest degree! Irresistible my rotten shit! "It's just amusing how distinct you seem right now. Did you win a jackpot or something?" I give him that. I just feel like I need to play within the margins of his imbecility to soothe his ego. But damn! His hoax has imprinted a perpetual smirk on my face that I am unable to cloak. I can't brush it off even by taking my gazes off him. I guess this is the most humorous thing I have ever heard of.

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.”

He is a man of his words and he doesn't believe in making jokes around because he has way more important things to do rather waste time making jokes or chilling around. " Like I will treat you like my wife. My servant staff is much more classy than you. you even can't reach their standard, so, how can you even think that I will treat you like my wife? Huh? You are so cheap for me and low class which is a taint on my name and reputation " He insults me which successfully banged on my brain and heart. And with that anger again pumped in my veins fading humiliation away from my system because I am proud of myself and my parents for what I am.

I pinched his neck, leaving a mark. And I'm not yet satisfied! I stepped on his foot with my expensive high heels. The ugly old man seemed unfazed! Doesn't it hurt? He does not react at all. He's getting on my nerves. But never! I will not give him the satisfaction of being happy. "Your ugly thick-skinned face is so tough and hard, huh!" Sorry for the insult, but I'm not sorry at all. He deserves it. The ugly fool just laughed. "Yes, it's getting hard, so don't provoke me, baby!" His voice is teasing me.