Miserable Funny Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Just being cautious, keeping out the riffraff, you know. But now that you’re here, maybe I should shoot you just for the hell of it.” Go ahead and wound me, pal. You wouldn’t be the first one tonight… “Pass.” He sighed. “Sorry. I’m all out of jokes.” “Yeah. You look like someone shit all over your life. I was just trying to lighten your mood.” “I appreciate that, but don’t.” It grated on his fucking nerves.

“Can anyone tell me what is funny?” But we couldn’t say anything as she continued. “This is a matter of life and death. If you don’t take this seriously then people are going to die. Maybe you should think about that before laughing and maybe you shouldn’t be here if you’re going to laugh all day long instead of focusing on your job.” I felt guilty, and I responded immediately. “I’m sorry, Mara. I’ll do better,” I said. Mara sighed and shook her head. “Better do so,” she said.

The thunk echoed through the room. "Are you?" The human's grin twitched like he wasn't expecting that. "Don't worry, I'll let you know when the big boy whiskey kicks in. Just don't start crying about your tragic loss halfway through. In case you haven't noticed, I'm an asshole." "You think that's the worst thing someone can do drunk?" I leaned in, smile sharp and thin. "Because I've seen worse from people who call themselves my family." Aunt Mabel being first on that list.

emoji. The messages arrived at random times throughout the day. A photo of his coffee cup with the caption "Fuel for another thrilling day of capitalism." A link to an article about workplace productivity with the comment "Thought you might find this amusing." Simple things that somehow made even the longest days feel a little less lonely.

He did not understand why he would feel such an intense pain over the death of someone he had once hated so much. The sunlight had dimmed, making the atmosphere even more gloomy and sad. The phone rang once again. [Officer Damon, did you like the gift that I sent you? If you like it, do give my video a like.]

I am so freaking addicted and I don't want to quit’ I laughed. ‘You suck at taking selfies by the way.’ ‘What's wrong with them? I was trying to look cute for my wife, also I think I did pretty good for a first-timer’ he replied and I laughed. ’I don't think you and cute should be in a sentence’ He sent a laughing emoji. ’Are you trying to say I am ugly, Celine Belshar Nessar Abed’ God, he was impossible. ’Are you trying to fish for compliments, Belshar Nessar Abed’

“Is that so?” “It's usually the case. When you cause misery to someone else, it usually comes back to bite you.” “Wow, that's simply philosophical!” I retorted sarcastically. “Did you share this profound knowledge with your boss? Or am I the only special recipient of your astounding wisdom?” “Don't patronize me, Mia.”

I shot Wayne a look of pure disgust and coldly said, "But you're filthy. Looking at you only makes me sick." The color drained from his face. His lips trembled, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. Beside me, Mason chose that moment to deliver a merciless jab. "You're just a used-up, bottom-shelf scrap. Go home and take a look at yourself." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. Honestly, I hadn't expected Mason to have such a sharp, dry sense of humor.

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

And I'll be your memories, your lullaby for all the times hoping my voice could get it right IT'S funny how we know what makes us miserable, yet we continue to live with it. Perhaps, we find our challenges quite amusing or we just don't know how to win them over. Otherwise, why would we love the things that kill us? Pretty much, live for the things that's choking us to death? I kept thinking why I put myself in such a situation that doesn't give me a choice. Well, sometimes it does when I am torn between getting up or getting fired.