Novel & Cerita Quirky Humour

She said that and I started dying on the floor, that was probably the funniest thing I've ever heard. "That is the fucking stoner spectrum!! Either you're a fucking Einstein or a fucking retard that tried to play baseball with a robot," I said, laughing through my words, causing Alex to break too, laughing and pointing out how fucked up my sense of humor is, "It's not my fault! Imagine having a fucked up humor before going through the dungeons of hell to become an arch-demon." "Tha-That's fair but still, that's fucked!" "Fuck me, that was funny," I said and the look I got from Alex scared the fuck outta me, she looked hungry but also cautious, "You good?"

"Not at all. In fact they kick me out after I graduated highschool." I furrow my eybrows. "Why?" "Because they said I was too ambitious, too smart and dangerous." "You? Dangerous? I don't think so." James chuckled at my response. "My looks can be decieving Sunshine. Don't forget that some of Grey's attitude comes from me." So far, Grey Grey looks harmless. I don't think he can even hurt a mosquito. ''Isn't weird? You got kicked out because your smart and I got kicked out because I am stupid and dumb."

The chill drenched into my bones, and I shivered. Zack stood at the entrance, his smile sardonic. He clapped his hands, and the maids got the message. They grabbed the snow off the ground and made snowballs. Then they hurled the snowballs at us. The snowballs exploded the moment they came in contact with our skin. The chill seeped in worse than ever. This was humiliating. It almost felt like I was a toy. I struggled and thrashed around. "Stop! They're Wendy's parents!"

Madu left the village angrily and threatened revenge! Odogwu was a sanguine in the group. His talkative nature aided his performance in the stand-up comedy he does few minutes before the band perform at a concert. As the name implied ‘warrior’, he was a warrior in talking too much. He was very insultive. Whether make sense or not, you’d always see him talking, contributing his view and shallow understanding in every discussion. He was involved in one intense argument or the other, making some senseless comparisons. Yoruba’s called him ‘Gbeborun’ or ‘Solo Makinde iyawo dejo’ cos he usually engaged in gossip, his type sleep-talks at night. Never release your secrets to him unless you are prepa

“Already did. Ignacio looked at me with doe eyes, making my skin crawl. A man should never be able to pull it off so flawlessly. Heck, even some women were no match for his doe eyes! “It’s the party lover! Don’t do that dumb thing! It’s disgusting.” “The kind of disgusting that makes your heart flutter?” He fluttered his lashes for effect. I made a face. “No. The kind of disgusting that makes my blood run sour.” That comment only made the man laugh. Sometimes I don’t get his sense of humour. Despite being the chirpy kind of character, Ignacio had some really dark and morbid fascination. His sense of humour often made others uncomfortable. The last time he cracked a joke, everyone laughed onl

he ground out. Damn, even his voice was like sex in a bottle and I wanted some. I was a thirsty girl. It was deep, though not rough like he’d smoked ten packs a day. It was more like a raspy croon. I was a sucker for crooners. But I forced my A.D.D riddled and sex starved brain to refocus. Another character flaw, inappropriate humor, bad timing, and making everything into a joke. I was a terrible minimizer, but this was deadly serious.

She replied and that was the end of that topic. We spent the rest of the lunch time laughing at lame people and mocking low class students that kept embarrassing themselves. "Hey barmy!" Ava yelled at a girl trying to stuff her doughnuts at the same time into her mouth. According to Ava, barmy is like a British phrase for a stupid or crazy person. "Take it a little easy on yourself, of your parents can't afford a doughnut they can't possibly afford a good hospital you know..." She said and almost everybody in the cafeteria burst out laughing.

She replied, quite caught off guard. However, Matt's laughter didn't help the situation as if it were even possible; her entire face became red. She couldn't understand what was so funny? Although, Harlow couldn't help but notice that his laugh was nothing like that when Matt laughed. The laugh was in his eyes, in the way his face changed into that vision of simple joy and unrestrained glee. Yet indeed, it wasn't in his face either. His laugh came from within; it was just the way he was wired. People like him have more flexible brains, like all that humour bubbling around in him was like yoga for the synapses. Just being around him for a few minutes was better than a whole day of self-absorb

I look down at my cappuccino, unable to take a drink. He grins with another low rumbling chuckle. “You’re a psychology student, right?” He asks and I nod as a reply. The guy seems to know everything about me. “Well isn’t it true if you were in effect suffering from some kind of schizophrenic break from reality then shouldn’t this all be something normal for you? A schizophrenic can’t distinguish hallucinations from reality but you seem able to recognize the abnormality of what's happening to you. So essentially that you think you’re insane proves that you are indeed not insane.”

"Quietly funny. The kind of funny that arrived without announcement and was gone again before you could be certain it had been there. My mother did not always find it funny. I always did." "Grace was funny like that," Naomi said. "She had a very dry specific sense of humour that she deployed rarely and devastatingly. She once told my secondary school headteacher, who had suggested I might want to consider less academically demanding options than medicine, that she appreciated his commitment to lowering expectations as a service to the children in his care." A pause. "She said it very pleasantly. He thanked her and then stood in the corridor for thirty seconds looking like a man trying to wor