Its Not Funny Novels & Stories

He probably had. “Hey, Mum,” he slurred, rubbing his eyes beneath his shades. “Got your message. Is Danny really…?” He trailed off as he saw her expression. “You smell like a bar,” she said coldly. “I came straight from… well, it doesn’t matter, does it? I’m here now.” She turned away from him in disgust. He flopped into a chair like the world owed him a soft landing, letting out a dramatic sigh. “He’ll be fine, right? Danny always pulls through. He’s like a cockroach. Unkillable.”

Yeah, Juan is right that a person's birthday is yearly, not just sometimes. "You probably don't intend to make Andrew hear your jokes that aren't funny, do you?" I stopped laughing and looked at Shin. "The jokes I searched for are so funny, I just don't know why you don't laugh at them." "Because it's not funny. Next joke." "Okay. Okay, this is it. Listen and understand the joke I'm going to tell,"

“Why did you not laugh?” Fay slowly got to her feet and cast a patronizing glance at Mina. "How do you feel about that? Is your joke truly funny? Check to see who is still laughing among those in attendance. Furthermore, a joke isn't considered a joke if it doesn't make the person telling it laugh,” After pausing, she went on, "It is called having a foul mouth." Everyone's odd eyes shifted to Mina as Fay said these words. Mina’s cheeks abruptly turned scarlet, and her eyes were full of hate as she gave Fay a scathing glance.

This is really not funny and it really makes me want to slam my uncle right now. "I've been doing it for two days. This face is very similar, but I still don't feel comfortable wearing it. The air circulation is still very bad!” "You're just annoying uncle!" “Ahahaha, you young man. But, you haven't answered my question just now. Did you do something to that girl?” "YES, UNcle!" "Ahahahahahahahah!" Frans was still laughing loudly "This isn't funny at all, uncle!" “Yeah…yeah, this isn't very funny. Go, your girl is in the study. You have to solve your problem with him! Go away!"

I whirl a motion, I reached downstairs and I sat in the farthest corner of the room and ordered my food. When my order was served I called Adrian. “Hello Darling,” He purred. “Shut up, just tell me why your uncle is singing the song that we are an item.” I hissed on the phone. I was greeted with silence and then a burst of booming laughter. “Stop, and tell me what new fresh hell is this?” I asked. My blood boiled listening to him laughing at my misery. “Ah, I didn’t want you to find it like this,” he started.

It was no fun laughter but a scornful one that I found rather insulting. "Wait, what's funny?" I asked but she did not stop. It was really getting on my nerves. I mean, this was certainly that kind of laugh that would make a man's dick go flaccid during the act of intimacy. "Hailey, fucking get a grip!" I demanded. "Oh sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. Just that you're so funny." She said to me, "Funny? What is funny about an abortion?" I demanded. "You. I mean, do you think I called you here to discuss an abortion?" She demanded.

"You don't have to lie. Bennett might actually catch up to me in looks if this keeps up. I need to work out. Hike, or something." "Do they not let you go outside?" "Depends on the day." Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Really?" "No. Why is everyone taking my jokes so seriously? Am I not funny anymore?" "Well seeing as you were never funny in the first place..." "What? I'm hilarious." "Yeah, maybe to people that like dad jokes." "I don't tell dad jokes-" "Is that what we're really here to discuss though?" Sebastian interjected, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

Did he care? “Yes,” she said. “But I’ll survive. Unless you plan to push me down some stairs for entertainment.” “I do not,” he said. “The stairs are steep enough on their own.” She stared at him. “Are you trying to be funny and tell jokes” in utter disbelief “I’m told I make them occasionally.” She decided then and there that this man was deeply unsettling not because he was cruel, but because he was dry and utterly unamusing. He gestured toward the door. “Walk with me.”

Her voice was irritated, edged with hurt. "What? No, I'm not." I wiped at my eyes, trying to catch my breath. A few stray chuckles escaped as I straightened up. "It's just—I get you, and I understand everything, but somehow all what you said seems really funny to me. Maybe because I didn't expect to hear any of this from you." I paused, my expression turning serious. "But I'm afraid none of what you just said can work."

Not a sandwich in any sense of the word. ‘This is killing you, isn’t it?’ Noushka giggled. ‘It isn’t even funny.’ I grumbled. ‘You know he is doing it on purpose, right?’ she urged, and I would have been stupid not to. ‘Of course, but it is hard not to react. His idea are just crazy.’