Quirky Humour Novels & Stories

‌ Carlin flashed a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Not to mention, freakishly curious about other people's business. Should I start calling you 'Nosy Vasky' instead?" ‌ Raising an eyebrow, Vasky retorted, "Well, you never seem to be busy with anything else, Carlin. Do you even have a life beyond poking your nose into other people's affairs?" ‌ Mockingly, Carlin shot back, "Oh, look who's talking! Mr. Serious and Mysterious. It's like you're allergic to having any fun." ‌ Grinning, Vasky replied, "I prefer to focus on things that actually matter, unlike you, the self-proclaimed Queen of Nonsense."

’ Although he was doing his best, he could not quite hide the minute spasm at the corner of his mouth. Well, that was a relief. If not actually kicking, his sense of humour was at least alive and twitching. On the other hand, if he’d been behaving like what she and Kate called a BHP - for boring, humourless prat - she would begin to go off him, which might be no bad thing. A man could be rolling in dosh and dishy as you like, kind to old ladies and even a ten on the Richter Scale kisser, but without a sense of humour he was about as much use to Claudia as a 32A bra.

even if it was for that moment and he would be bringing it up some other time. "So there was this woman, she said to her doctor---" her started, telling her jokes and jokes, some she had laughed to and others she had questioned, telling him it wasn't funny. Her Father had replied that it was,and that the only problem was that she didn't have high enough humour IQ to have gotten the joke. "So different jokes comes with different humour IQs and can only be appreciated by those with the adequate or exceeding humour IQs." "There are exceptions but that is mainly the general rule."

I shouted at him, raising my fist as if to hit him. He glared at me fiercely for a couple of seconds, realizing he was in the wrong, and left in a hurry. After that jerk drove away, I couldn't help but burst into laughter until my stomach hurt. I crouched on the ground, holding my belly, continuing to laugh. I laughed so hard that tears streamed down my face. I didn't know if I was crying or laughing. Gradually, I wasn't sure if I found it funny or if I felt sad, but who cares? My life has always been like this, filled with chaos and contradictions. Whenever I try to go right, I end up going left; whenever I do something with good intentions, it turns out bad; just when I think I'm lucky, mi