Regular Show Funny Novels & Stories

“What’s that supposed to mean?” “Look, I know we’re white, but this show is super-duper Donnie and Marie Osmond white. It’s not that bad until the section where they do R&B numbers. That one’s a little painful. On the upside, it’s also unintentionally hilarious—which, as you know, is the best kind of hilarious—and will give us much to laugh over for months to come.” Brad took his hand. “Anytime I’m with you, I know I’m going to have a good time.”

With full stomachs and hearts slightly more open than they were that morning, the six contestants leaned back in their chairs, dinner plates nearly wiped clean. Laughter still echoed from the corners of the dining room—mostly from Kim and Ten’s antics, and Aron’s dramatic retelling of how he almost died trying to get rice. The atmosphere had shifted. Walls lowered. Smiles became easier. Suddenly, the soft chime of background music faded out, replaced by the familiar voice of the host through the ceiling speakers.

“So we just have to be funny?” “Impossible.” Oz stated. “We’re not funny people.” “Speak for yourself.” I scoffed. “I’m practically a comedian. And I’ve got an idea!” “This won’t be good.” Penn whispered. “No, but it’ll be funny.” *** We had gathered the Griffons in the village. We were going to put on a show for them. We had to make them laugh. “We’re gonna do a little show for you guys!” I announced. "We're hoping you'll find it funny and entertaining.

The lady of the couple seemed to take a longer glance than one would expect, maybe seeing a bit of Anns tit that was still on display. As soon as they were leaving, Ann laughed and said, "Well they nearly got a good show, I hope they watch the video!" She glanced around quickly and said "OK, let's get on with this before we get interrupted again. Let's fuck baby." She had broken character and they had decided not to edit the funny interruption out.

No point in putting clean clothes on without showering first. A mere twenty minutes later, I was admiring my reflection in the mirror. Loud rock music blared from the living room, and I smiled at the door before peering at myself again. I’d lightened my hair right before starting my new position, and got it trimmed so that it just brushed against my shoulder blades. Since beginning outpatient treatment, the color was returning to my cheeks and I actually felt somewhat normal again. Sashaying into my faded blue skinny jeans that were starting to fit somewhat snug, I completed the outfit with one of my favorite black baby doll shirts. A touch of mascara and swipe of cherry flavored lip balm la

These shows are very funny—not for entertainment purposes, but the kind of shows that are so boring. As an audience, I will give zero marks and shut the show. "Would you like to drink coffee?" Samuel asked while noticing me losing my temper. "Please, strong coffee." I looked at Samuel, and he nodded his head in response while opening the door and getting out. I grabbed my head with both of my hands—this is insane. I thought maybe the shows were not reaching the audience, but these shows were very boring. The content is nothing but meaningless. I shivered as soon as the ringtone rang while grabbing my attention.

she scoffed “ That’s not funny ” Michael said “ Sorry ” Lily murmured “ I don’t think that’s enough reason to fight,,” Sharon said “ Reason why I want to sing with you ” Gavin said and poke her cheek “ Frog voice ” She snapped “ You’ve never heard me sing ” Gavin said “ Sorry bro,,,I always show her your videos where you sing in that ugly voice ” Michael said and they all laughed almost falling from their seats “ That is supposed to be a secret!! ” Gavin yelled

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It was a guttural, belly-deep release, the kind of laugh that comes only when absurdity has transcended all expectation. It must be a good joke, I thought, tears of unexpected hilarity pricking the corners of my eyes. The best entertainment I’ve had in months, if not years. I was wiping a tear away with a silk napkin when I looked up and saw their faces. Eric was staring down at his plate again, his shoulders bunched high with tension. Mia, the Redhead, wasn’t laughing. Her copper mane was utterly still, and she was trading nervous, confused glances with Eric, her expression a clear question: What’s so funny?

"Don't touch me. You're filthy." He flinched, then stumbled out of the venue with a bitter smile. I raised a champagne glass with Ethan, toasting the guests. "Thanks for coming to our engagement. Enjoy the night." "Congrats, Miss Randall. Wishing you a lifetime of happiness." "You guys are made for each other." Amid the blessings, Ethan and I shared a smile.