Romans & histoires Random Funny

“Can’t believe you even doubted me.” “Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes playfully, tossing my phone aside. “Your turn. Random fact about yourself.” I sighed. “I don’t really have anything to say. I’m the most uninteresting person you could ever meet.” “I doubt that.” he said. “I think you’re one of the most interesting people I know. Well, not more interesting than me, of course.” “Cocky much." I scoffed, making him laugh. I bit my lip, thinking of what to say. “Okay, I have something. It’s not exactly a fact, more like a random memory I think of sometimes. It’s kind of funny.”

she said. "What thing," Ava said flatly. "The thing where he talks and everyone laughs. He just said something about the scheduling conflict." Ava went very still. "He said what?" "He made a joke about the slot situation. Something about how they got the smaller room but at least they didn't have to share a stage with anyone who'd critique their timing." Mia turned from the wall. "The room lost it, Ava. Like completely lost it." Sofia, to her credit, did not say anything. She looked at Ava with the careful attention of someone monitoring a situation for signs of escalation.

"I can’t leave all the fun to all of you." "There’s nothing fun about fighting for your life," Fineon scolds. Letting out a growl of annoyance, I narrow my gaze until Fineon bursts into laughter that becomes almost contagious. "What’s so funny?" Uncle Ramone asks, popping up beside me. "I’d like a good laugh." "Fineon’s face," I offer, earning myself a swat on the ass from Fineon. "I’m just kidding." "I would say he has a funny face," Uncle Ramone agrees. "But I don’t want to piss him off in case I need his assistance later."

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Is he still laughing at me? "Are you making me fun because of me?" I punched his arm while asking. "Fck, I can't stop laughing." My gad, what's funny? "What's funny? And stop cursing no!" I am really irritated right now but yeah it's effective. He doesn't remember my food hehe.

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.

I questioned, finally regaining myself and coming out of whatever trance I was in initially. They both glanced at each other and then busted into laughter. Ok, what the hell is funny? "The fact that you're dumb is what is actually funny," Arla mocked. "I am not dumb," I retorted. "Accept it, you are," Arla argued, refusing to back down. "You know what it's pointless arguing with you." With that I blocked her, temporarily stopping her from speaking to me. I wonder why she had to be annoying sometimes.

he grins. Something tells me Trick does things on his own timetable and when he wants to shoot the shit, they talk all day. I wonder how I'm going to get in the apartment, but I don't want to come right out and ask. It seems forward, and I don't want to scare him off. "What does shooting the shit mean?" Riley pipes up from where she's sitting in front of me. "How can you put poo in a gun?"

"Boss..." " Just get dressed and return to work. Let's pretend as if this never happened..." Marina started to laugh. It started with a soft chuckle and developed into a roaring laughter. Ryan stared at her, wondering what he said that was so funny. He thought he was staring at someone different entirely from his quiet and sexy secretary. "What's funny?" She stopped laughing and cleared her throat. "It's just that you say the funniest and silliest things, Ryan." Ryan stared at her, shocked to hear her call him by his name. "Are you crazy?"

she laughed again. “That’s why people say that friends are worse than enemies,” I muttered, clearly humiliated and looking like a freaking Raggedy Ann. After she laughed for the next two minutes, Mara finally said, “I almost peed my pants laughing. By the way, who the hell would put paint in your shampoo bottle? That’s such a crazy prank on a blonde.” “I know,” I groaned, pulling a beanie over my hair. Even in the San Francisco heat, I’d sweat bullets rather than let someone see this mess.