Pathological Joking Novels & Stories

“But I don’t see anything funny in degrading a marginalized group of people for laughs.” “Then tell the class a joke that is funny,” Professor Barns demanded. I shook my head. “I can’t think of any good jokes right now.” “Take a few moments to think of your best joke, stand up, and tell it to the class,” he insisted. “You obviously think you’re an expert on what’s humorous, so let’s hear what one of you bleeding heart Beta-lovers thinks is funny.” My mind spun, and I began to shake. The smug look on Professor Barns’s face told me he wanted to embarrass me to get me to do something stupid. Perhaps to get expelled or, at the very least, cry and run away.

The employee was on edge, but Seth cut him off with a sharp tone before he could finish. "What are you talking about? Over a hundred cancellations?" He stepped forward and grabbed the employee by the collar. "Is there some mistake? These customers paid deposits. Why would they all cancel at once?" Lily pushed her way in, fixing a hard gaze on the employee. "There's got to be a mistake. Check it again! "Is this some kind of sick joke? Someone pretending to be a customer just to mess with us?"

Then he said, “So far, she seems like a slow poison. Sweet face. Deadly potential. The type that kills quietly.” I almost strangled him. “That is not funny.” “It is funny to me.” “Stop analyzing her.” “Why?” he shrugged. “It helps me understand what kind of emotional disease you are suffering from.” I took one threatening step forward. He raised a finger. “If you hit me, I will haunt you for the rest of your life. And I will take your house. I already like your couch.” “I am not joking,” I growled. “Neither am I,” he said. “You dragged me out like a jealous husband. I am allowed to joke so I don’t cry.”

This side of Callahan, I found absolutely fefching. "Aww, don't be so moody, wormy. I just wanna play." "Sicko. You are a sicko and you're fucked in the head." I pursed my lips, a trace of displeasure running through me and puncturing my bubble of merriment. “And what makes me sick exactly? The fact that I find amusement in the things humans of this century do to entertain themselves? Or the fact that I like trying it out?" "Let me out of this goddamn handcuffs and I’ll tell you exactly why I think you’re sick."

“Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.” “The studies were indeed right. But the jokes people were talking about were comedy and funny ones, not the kind where you needed to lie to someone and find their reaction funny. The reason why the other older people died earlier than you was because your laughter came at the expense

He was always making stupid jokes, even at the worst times. “That’s not funny,” I snapped. “There are people’s lives we are talking about, the pack members are counting on us and also the alpha, it’s only a matter of time until people start moving out of the pack,” I said, although I was also considering that in case things went sideways. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, raising his hands. “I was just trying to lighten the mood, you know, humor is a coping mechanism.” “Well, it’s not working,” I said, rolling my eyes.

I practically had to retrieve his jaw from the floor. ‘Well, naturally. An ex-convent girl would be far too demure to contemplate it.’ There was no missing the sardonic glint in his eye. With a bored expression she said, ‘Can we get the cliched old jokes over with? Just for the record, I’ve heard about a million variations on “Phwoor, convent girls! Always the worst when they’re let out!” ’ Twitch or tic, it was at it again. ‘No such thought ever crossed my brain cells.’

“You’re still not funny when you joke. Go away. Go! Shoo!” He glanced at me quickly then said goodbye to Brianna again then left this room. “Calix’s joke was corny, wasn’t it?” Chloe asked me. “Was it a joke?” I was confused. Why did that seem like a threat to me? “Yes, it was a joke. He’s just really bad at joking. He is not funny, it’s annoying.” I think it was just a joke. Chloe didn’t seem to be worried about what Sir Calix said.

"Ouch. You wound me, sir. But let's be real—you're pissed because I'm right. You swore you'd never lose it again, and yet—here we are. I barely had to try. Why don't you stop faking it, you creep?" Damien's expression turned cold, but his mask had already cracked. Jared had found the chink in his armor and was prying it open inch by inch. "And you're acting like you actually did something impressive," Damien said, his voice dropping. "Congratulations, Jared. You've mastered the art of being an insufferable nuisance. Must be exhausting being this pathetic." That one hit. Jason burst out laughing. "Damn, he called you pathetic, Jared." Jared, however, was laughing too—low, dangerous, like he e

Everyone knew him as the infamous goody-two-shoes and that was one of the reasons not many people around liked him. "Typical Fritz. Always acting like the perfect guy who can't even make one mistake or make a simple joke. How is making a harmless joke even considered as distasteful? That's just absurd lord Fritz. I wonder how your wife and kids actually deal with your boring nature. Oops, my bad, I forgot that they already left you to deal with your shit yourself," Camille taunted on purpose, knowing fully well that he had no wife or kids, at least, not anymore.