Really Funny Stories Novels & Stories

eat? "Then, the big fish said, 'I... like... to... eat... small... fish... that... talks... slowly.' "After that, the small fish said, 'Oh, no!'" Nobody made a sound after Stella told the joke. Stella also thought that it was kind of a bad joke. So, she coughed and said, "Is it not funny?" Vermont showed his support. "No, it's hilarious." However, Keegan said sarcastically, "Do you mean ridiculous?"

While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me . The laughter intensified when the teacher read the part about me sipping hot cocoa and talking to my golden retriever . Some called me stupid while others said I needed to see a doctor to check if everything was alright in my head . At this point the teacher could not control the class . She gave up and they continued throwing words at me . I was at the brick of tears that was until a guy from behind my chair moved forward and held my hand , he consoled me . He was the first person to do that after Louisiana had left . For the first time I felt someone other than my parents and Louisiana cared . He we

she carried Special into it and made her lay. "Remember the snow man from the frozen story, he cracked sparing Abel a glance. "Yeah, she chuckled. "Carrot nose, stick hands and snow body", she added and they laughed to it. Looking at the animal who laid calmly starring away at them, they talked about funny stories their parents told them. Cinderella, Beauty and the beast, Pinocchio... they were so happy and filled with joy while listening to each other's talks. those where fun moments they enjoyed when they where kids, having Special around was so good and Abel promised to always be good to it as it has blessed her union with the prince.

“He’s so refreshing!” Auntie asked Finn to sing for them. He stood up, cleared his throat, and belted a terrible edition and version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” soo off-key and, dramatic, his arms spread wide like he was on Broadway. Halfway through, he forgot the words and started making them up: “Wise men say… only fools rush in… but I can’t help… falling in love with your daughter… and her excellent taste in lasagna…” The table erupted in laughter, even Dad cracked a smile.

He told stories. Good ones, the kind that had been refined through repetition into their best version — funny and specific, the details exactly right, the kind of story that made you feel you had been in the room when it happened. My mother laughed. Dominic made the compressed thing, the almost-smile, more than once. I laughed too. Genuinely. The unmanaged kind, the laugh that arrived before you’d decided to have it. Marcus noticed.

One man told exaggerated travel stories about getting lost in foreign cities. A woman beside Clara shared hilarious tales about her family’s chaotic road trips. Within minutes Clara was laughing harder than she had in weeks. At one point Evan told a joke about Alex accidentally reorganizing an entire library by color instead of author. Clara nearly choked on her drink laughing. “That actually sounds like something he’d do!” The entire table joined in the laughter. Dinner was wonderful. Warm bread. Rich pasta dishes. Delicate desserts served with steaming cups of coffee. But the best part wasn’t the food.

TWO YOUNG MUMS RIDE THE SWIMMING COACH "Fucckkk" I cursed softly underneath my breath. I felt like I was in a p**n movie, with two beautiful, older women pleasuring me with their mouths. "You’ve just come in my mouth, but you haven’t said two words since you arrived," complained Kiera as she stood up. "Thank you," I mumbled. They both laughed. "How about a compliment? Or how about, 'That was the most amazing experience of my life,' or 'Fûck, your mouth felt good,' or 'I really need to fûck someone now,'" suggested Heather.

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

The night air was cool, and the lights around us gave the place a gentle glow. We tasted the food together, and I had to admit—it was really good. Every dish was well-seasoned, and you could tell it was made with effort. I found myself eating more than I expected because everything tasted comforting. As we ate, Vince began telling stories. At first, they were simple ones—things about his work, funny situations he’d been in, small embarrassing moments. But the way he told them made them entertaining. He was actually a natural joker. He used his hands when he talked, exaggerating expressions, even changing his voice when he imitated other people. At one point, he acted out a story about accide

Vera deadpanned, then smiled when he laughed, really laughed, the kind that lit up his whole face and crinkled the corners of his eyes. She liked that sound more than she cared to admit. They fell into an easy rhythm after that. Nothing serious, nothing heavy, just snippets of stories, childhood mischiefs, and mutual teasing that felt like balm after everything that had happened. He told her about sneaking out of his boarding school with his friend and getting caught three blocks away because his friend had a weak bladder and needed to pee every twenty minutes. She countered with the time she’d raced an undercover cop in a stolen motorcycle and only escaped because he’d pulled over to answer