Novel & Cerita Quirky Humour

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

I'm probably sleeping in my cozy bed the moment I got home like usual. "I'm glad that you are not corrupted with her weirdness." He blurted out, leaning his back on his chair while still sipping his yogurt. “Weird is better than arrogant like you. You really think I cannot hear you mocking behind me, huh?” Zaina requited and glared at Quir but this guy next to doesn't even give a fuck to Zaina's witty comeback.

He had the missing fingers to prove it. “I knew I’d be needed today. I brought my gear with me. Just stay back until I call you or you see the cloud of dust and debris.” That was something about people that did what he did. They had a mortician’s humor, or they had what was called gallows humor. Meaning they either had no sense of humor at all or they were sick and had a morbid sense of humor. Jackson didn’t believe in being serious about anything because he was too busy living what time he had left.

she replied, still trying to process the unexpected humor. Fabian nodded, his face remaining impassive. "Yes, I have a peculiar sense of humor. I find it amusing to deliver jokes with a deadpan expression. It keeps things interesting, wouldn't you agree?" Stellina couldn't help but laugh, relieved that her impression of Fabian's comment was misconstrued. "Indeed, Fabian. Your deadpan humor definitely caught me off guard. I appreciate the levity in this serious situation."

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

Seems the more broody the guy, the crazier the girl has to be. “She must laugh at my jokes,” Ilkay gives his opinion. “Smart … but humble. She’s gotta be soft. A little mentally unstable but nurturing.” Not him, too. I have to get in here. “Look, she can be crazy. A little crazy is hot.” And all women are a little crazy. “But not slash-your-tires crazy,” I say, trying to make a point. I don’t want to date a serial killer. “More like accidentally-flashes-your-friends-and-says-oops crazy.”

“I am serious. And don’t call me Shirley.” Christian Henry makes the funny jokes sometimes. Who knew?

jerky to Hawk Gary Moose. Like Beckham, Hawk was just so Hawk. You didn’t know what to do with him and all his weird ways. But in the end, you’d just find yourself loving him in all his weirdness. Not like I was saying I loved him. I mean, I did love him as a friend, but not like I loved him that kind of lovey love. Ok, even in my head, that didn’t make sense. What was wrong with me? Thankfully, I was brought back to reality when I heard my friends laughing to what Beckham said. “I know, right? It’d be so weird. If at all we do, it’ll go something like: ‘Hawk is such a jerk, he listened to me talk about the problem with fashion these days,’” Juliette chirped. “Yeah, I never liked him,

Finally, I got a proper look at them: one was plus-sized like me, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes behind thick glasses, she remined me of my sisters; the other had deeper brown skin than mine, a height and body of a super model and a beautiful healthy afro. “Don’t let him get to you,” the second woman said with a warm smile. I sighed. “I shouldn’t have gone to that fast food in the first place. Why do people insult others and call this ‘dark humor’? What’s funny about cruelty and humiliation?” The slim woman’s expression hardened. “He’s a serial jerk—makes nasty comments about women he dislikes and flirts with the ones who fit his ‘type.’ His dad owns the place, so he acts like