Pathological Joking Novels & Stories

Utna hi Tere jokes sunke karte hain. Xavier had enough of their non sense so he once again shouted.. Xavier:Arre oh mental aslyum ke patients what the hell are you doing here.. They all kept their hands on their heart and made crying and hurtful face..Xavier held his head with his both hands and nodded in disbelief..Elena saw their expressions and started laughing..Xavier frowned and palmed her mouth and whispered in her ear.. Xavier:Bohut jyada hasi aa rahi hain..Ek baar Jane do unne I will show you how to Laugh..

“I –” “Alright, enough,” Joker snarled, totally done here. “Jesus fuck, you really think we wanna listen to this shit? You’re fucking disgusting, both of you prick-loving losers.” “Yeah, Joker’s right.” Nails lifted his chin, and the circle of men tightened. “I’ve been lenient because I have to admit, this had a certain entertainment value, but now I’m fucking grossed out. You going to come quietly, Cuddy, or do we have to drag you?”

I took the Whiskey down, head spinning now, room tilting a bit, as the laughter was echoing loud. Ryker on Kael, "Dare, ask Lange a mate question." Kael shook his head, "Nah, truth instead for me," but Ryker pushed, "Wuss, drink then." Kael sipped, muttering, "You guys are obsessed." Now it was my turn to question Jaxon, "Truth, why so many gay jokes?" He laughed, " 'Cause it's funny, and maybe I'm bi-curious, who knows?" Winking at me, but this stupid soso was tugging playfully she was so happy one of her mates just winked at her, and there was me snapping sarcastic, "Yeah, keep it in your pants, perv." Laughter exploded, but the buzz grew, my words slurring a tad, my wolf was already hazy

Didn’t they also say that Jacob was humiliating himself by acting like a quack like Thomas? They could not repeat what they had just said anymore. At that moment, they realized that when Jacob mentioned that the patient was possessed by an evil spirit, he was just deceiving them, and it was really just a joke to lighten up the mood. The patient was not really possessed by an evil spirit, but he was indeed infested by parasites. These parasites had remained in the patient’s body and fused into one with the patient’s blood. They could not be detected easily, and this was the crucial reason behind why the dozens of famous doctors in Central City had failed.

" You're sick and I may hate you but I'm a psychopath." " Correction, you are a psychopath and care doesn't look good on you." This little shit! My jaw tightened. " After the stupid stunt you pulled, you're not going anywhere till you fucking die." He chuckled. " Well that's not long anymore," How could he laugh? How could he make such stupid jokes about life? As much as I hated to admit it, I found his cheerfulness admirable. It was still stupid. But, admirable. His face calmed slightly as walked closer, freeing his hands from the confines of his pockets. " Do you miss her?"

“You have called me stupid on multiple occasions, told me I lack brain cells and what else.” “It was all a joke!” Christian defended his actions, but maybe if he never made those jokes in the first place, we wouldn’t have been here. “And I’ve never laughed, not once,” I told him. “Jokes are supposed to be funny.”

My smile widened as I mindlessly took off my jacket setting it down on the leather seat. I clung to Dalton chatting with him as Enzo thought it was the time for the like of the day as he called it. It was one of those stupid habits that we had going on as kids and it kinda stuck with us and Enzo was the one with the shittiest and corniest jokes. I braced myself to hear one of his dad jokes, Dalton was holding in his laugh at the eager look on his brother's face already. "What do you call a joke without a punchline?"

“Jesse, my man, which is why I’m encouraging you to talk some more! It doesn’t have to be about anything life changing. If you were me I’d say crack a joke but I don’t know if you even know any jokes.” “I know jokes.” His face lit up. “Oh yes? Tell me one then.” “Can you guess what the therapist said when I told my therapist I’m scared of dying alone? “Uh, no what?” “He said, “Most people don’t die with the company,” I said, chuckling. “Get it?” Rain looked at Matt. “Matt, am I supposed to laugh at that?” “Ideally someone is supposed to laugh when they tell a joke,” Matt said with a sigh. “Jesse, what have I told you about your morbid jokes?”

I muttered, “if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t poison you. I’d shoot you instead.” Their mouths dropped open, and I realized too late that I shouldn’t be joking about something like that. A nervous laugh fell from my lips. “I—I was only joking. You’d be able to smell poison from a mile away, and I know you’ll get the gun away from me within seconds.” Devrim was the first to break the silence. “You humans have a sick sense of humour. I don’t really see what’s so funny in what you said.” “I’m sorry.”

Everyone just laughed like I'm just some kind of a psychopath, what's funny to them, they were laughing and pointing hands, and worse of it the subjects were laughing too, maybe I was stupid for talking without understanding anything, I shouldn't have let my curiosity get the better of me.