Laugh Of The Day Mga Nobela at Kwento

I shook my head and went to sit across Audrey. She was laughing at the quotes on the wall. “These are hilarious,” she said, reading one aloud: ‘I don’t need you to brag about me, I just don’t want you to deny me in front of people. – FART!’ Her laughter burst out, filling the café. I just stared, completely captivated. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, it was contagious. “Here’s another one!” she giggled. ‘What a life! Eggs every single day… eggs, eggs, eggs… Do you know who said that?’ Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

"But that's what I like the most about you " "Shut it." Lana rolls her eyes. "His name is Larry. Such a common name for a cute face. But he thinks it puts a rhyme to both our names, 'Larry and Lana'. I laughed out loud when he say that. Oh, and that's another thing. He makes me laugh so loud. He's not really funny but he says the most weird things at the most random times. Like yesterday, we were eating burgers and he asked me, 'where do you think all the poop that we poop goes?' And I said, 'I don't know'. And he said, 'It all gets dumped in Trump's fat body because he's a shìtty person with a shìtty heart.' See, that's not funny but I burst out laughing. I can't remember the last time I la

I tried, but every time I looked at Ryan’s furious, trembling face, the laughter came back twice as loud. Directors stared at me like I’d just gone mad. Roman choked on air. “Heavenly Lord… that was your card, bastard?” He chuckled too. “A chronic cheater who never believed in faithfulness is angry that his ex-cheated? The earth must be flat.” Attorney Vernon slowly lowered his coffee cup, squinting. “Ah. The trauma laugh. Very therapeutic.” Ryan, on the other hand, looked like a pot of boiling oil. “STOP LAUGHING!” he shouted.

For the second time in less than an hour, Cassie heard her boss laugh. Just like the first laugh of the day, it was a sarcastic one. The thing that unnerved Cassie about Felix’s laugh was that she had never seen him crack even a little smile. Hearing him burst out in laughter, even if it was a sarcastic one and not bred from genuinely finding something amusing or funny, was more than odd.

Seeing my cold, detached expression, she let out a few derisive laughs before turning and leaving without another word. The next day, my close friend knocked on my door. “Jared, something’s happened!” He pulled out his phone and showed me Winona’s social feed. In the photo, she was nestled in Corey’s embrace as countless people around them cheered and celebrated their relationship. The caption read. [You will always be my unwavering choice.] My close friend looked at me and teared up. “This post is blowing up across the company. What is Winona trying to do?”

“Why do you look like you fought a bear?” I dropped into my office chair. “I feel terrible.” Her eyes widened. “You’re sick?” “No.” “Food poisoning?” “No.” “Did you finally murder somebody and feel guilty?” I stared at her. She stared back. Then shrugged. “It was worth asking.” Despite myself, I laughed. A mistake. Because laughing made my head hurt. “Oh wow,” Lana said. “You actually look awful.” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” Some friend. She sat across from me. The teasing slowly disappeared.

THIRD PERSON Sofia sat behind her desk, legs crossed, the soft hum of the air conditioner filling the quiet office. Her laptop was open, but not on any document. N*****x ran in full screen. Some ridiculous comedy series, the kind she would have once called trash, but today she couldn’t stop laughing. She leaned back in her chair, sipping her coffee, eyes half on the screen. “Oh, come on,” she muttered to herself, laughing when one of the characters tripped over a cat. “You idiot. How are you even still alive?”

It was painful, really. “Come on! Get moving, man. Are you sleeping?” A nudge from Grant almost sent the tray rolling from his hand. “Are you crazy?” Jason asked, flaring up. “You are the crazy one. You are weird. Has nobody ever told you that?” “You could have spilled this coffee and seen what would have happened.” “Shut the hell up. You can’t do nothing, weirdo.”

viola unable to control her laughing she bursted into laughter and collapsed on floor while laughing she holded her stomach as it was paining due to heavy laughing liam was confused because he is expressing his grief but this girl is laughing like he cracked a joke he shouted "What the hell why you're laughing?" viola replied "how can you be this foolish I just made a prank to make you disclose your fake fever drama act but seriously you're foolish" he asked "so whatever you said now" viola continued "whatever I said was a pure lie I just used veniger and few spices along with chilli paste I dont think these will make a man impotent" Liam's face turned pale after listening to her lame prank

"Well since you are so genius and you've figured that I want to be left alone then why are you bothering me?" "Let's say, I don't like to see sad faces especially if that face is this beautiful." He winked again. "God... get your eyes checked. And you are what a clown who can't stand sad faces?" "I am not, but... I can be that for you." He said and dipped his index finger in a ketchup bowl and painted it on his nose as he started making weird faces. "Hello beautiful, my name is Mr. Laughter and I make people laugh." He said it in a childish tone.