Randomness Funny Mga Nobela at Kwento

All the laughter I was holding in comes out two times fold, I can't even control it, I slump against my seat,tears forming at the corners of my eyes. "Ms Monoa! You are crossing the line here." Mr Rogers says firmly. I give a two seconds sign to him while I try to stop my laugh, that seems to make everybody else laugh out loud. "Silence!" He slams his hand on the table. "Now, ms Monoa,please tell us what you find so extremely funny enough to disturb my class in such a disrespectful way." "Sorry sir, i just remembered I forgot my math textbook." "And you find that funny?"

She deadass did save my life but something in the back of my mind kept telling me that was not the reason I was agitated to meet her. "Then tell me what the fuck the reason is, you stupid brain." I yelled into my pillow, muffling the sound to the point where it almost sounded non-existent. I'm not one to play mind games, I just wanted to know the reason. Did you get the pun there? I'm so fucking funny. I know you're shaking your head thinking of what a stupid pun that was. But you know it was fucking lit. Maybe I should go into Comedy instead, I'm too funny for Urban/Realistic/Drama. Imagine my next stop being called Life of Eve: Comedy and Puns. What do you think?

She said with an authoritative tone coupled with a sheepish smile. "Wow to be candid, I wasn't expecting this." She said waving her hands in utter disproval. "Oh! Why? You know human beings are unpredictable. We do things that others can't even imagine us doing, so you should be expecting anything from anybody. Expect the unexpected from the unexpected people." She said laughing hysterically at her dry joke.

I am totally bored. Dill: What? That sucks. Good thing you have me to occupy your time. Me: Ha Ha. I know right!? Still...I wonder whats taking him so long! I sighed and put down my phone. I wonder how long he's going to take. I still didn't eat breakfast. After a couple of seconds Dillion texted me back. Dill: Maybe he's jerking off somewhere... with a clown. After reading that text, I started bursting out into laughter. He always said the most stupid and random things that always made me laugh.

And so, on and on ,like the osscilation of a pendulum, the disheartening piece of my bio churned while the sands of time dripped slowly and slowly as it watched my narration irks the soul of the spectators. That I thought, but it appeared to be nothing but a blunt lie. It was a revolving piece of gags and laughs. A piece of funny cake, a chunk of interesting cheese, a loaf of an adventurous bread and a real ginger to the spirits of the audience. They applauded.

“Rather than that, I’m afraid people would accuse me of abusing my soon-to-be-wife. Don’t want to end up in jail and the news you know. I already have a gruesome title, don’t want to add another one.” With that I just laughed loudly. I can’t help but laugh hard because I was not expecting something like that from Randall. I didn’t know he has some humor in his bones. I laugh so hard that tears from in my the corner of my eyes. I was even gasping for air and gripping hard on Randall’s sleeve so I won’t fall from my sit clutching my abdomen. It took for second before I could stop and composed myself. With blurry sight I look up just to see Randall looking at me unimpressed but the corner of h

SCARLETT'S POV. I was completely right. The party was boring as hell, and from the looks of things we weren't even near done here. And then even worse, the annoying as fuck MC who thoughts his jokes were so funny but they were obviously not, had been wasting so much time on the third segment of the programme which was jokes and riddles, that I almost threw my shoe at him. If I heard one more uncle joke coming from his mouth, I could just do it right there, damning all the consequences.

Time stops, I run out of air, and the universe laughs at me for blindly falling into its embarrassing trap. Sometimes, I wonder if I offended anyone in my past life…maybe I killed a bird or stepped on a puppy. I really don't understand what I did that the universe and its lover slash partner in crime, fate, has decided that my life isn't important enough to be used as anything other than a sick source of entertainment. My life must be the comedy every supernatural being goes to watch in the cinema with their dates. How else would you anyone explain most of the events that take place in my life? Since the mysterious guy found my first statement funny, I could only hope he finds the rest funny

We were about to die playing hopscotch. A part of me almost laughed—it sounded so stupid, so absurd. Another part of me wanted to curl up on the floor and never move again. But then again, were the other games not as absurd to die because of. The Game Master raised its hand, and a holographic number appeared in the air. “Order will be randomized,” it said. “Fairness is everything, after all.” The numbers spun like a slot machine before freezing one by one, names appearing next to them.

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.