Sentence Humor Novels & Stories

He catches me watching him, and knows why I'm wearing a shocked expression. "I-it's just...stupid," He then says. "Change of words from your sudden crafty ones a while ago." "Yeah, well. I'm usually a smart cookie when I'm high as fuck." I tuck in my lips to hide the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, though Sebastian already catches it and my attempt to hide it; I don't want him seeing me respond to his negative comments, but that one in particular, I found funny, to be completely honest. Even though he's a dumbass who doesn't take anything seriously, he has a sense of humor going for him.

“Participation is the hardest thing. Easier to watch and judge than actually try.” “So I am doing the hard thing?” “Yes.” “Good. I was cast down as punishment. I choose to make punishment into purpose. I will learn participation until I understand it completely. Then…” It paused. “Then I do not know. But I will know when I reach that point.” “That’s very human of you,” Finn said. “Is it compliment or insult?” “Both. Usually both.” The fallen thing made a sound like laughter. Wrong pitch. Wrong rhythm. But attempting the concept. “I think I understand humor now. It is finding enjoyment in contradictions.”

“Uh…air. Just air.” He glanced up then, suspicious. “You’re strange.” “I get that a lot.” [System Tip: Try humor using self-deprecation. Humans find it relatable.] I sighed. “Dream, if I die under your management, tell my funeral guests I was killed by deadlines and your resting glare.” His fingers paused on the keyboard. One heartbeat. Two. Then, very faintly, almost inaudibly, he exhaled through his nose. [System Alert: Micro-laugh detected. Progress 75%.]

Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes and my belly hurt from laughing so much but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. This was exactly the joke I needed to get out of the terrible mood I was in. By the time I was done laughing, I cleared my throat. “Thanks for making me laugh bestie. That was exactly what I needed. Your impeccable sense of humour.” I complimented. Taking in a deep breath, she whispered shakily. “I know right, just that I’m goddamn serious and I have two weeks left before I become a baby machine to someone who is of the same age as my father.”

" Yes Sofie everything is fine, I guess I was a little bit carried away" Sofia's mum understands the feelings and knows everything is not alright with Richard cause she felt she was there some time ago, she looked at him and said, "Would you mind sharing with me what the problem is?" " I have no problem Okay, I just said I was a little bit carried away" Sofia's mum looked at him and smiled but Richard did not seem to understand what was so funny about what he just said, he looked at her and asked, "Could it be I'm bad with humor or something, that I didn't notice the joke part?"

“Carry on.” “But your main problem is that you have no sense of humour.” I raised a hand to stop the objection forming on her lips. “No, wait, just because you laugh at others doesn’t mean you have a sense of humour. You also have to be able to laugh at yourself. And you take yourself way too seriously.” “I see. Thank y—”

“Never thought I'd see the day. Would you mind checking the temperature in hell, darling?” Roman growled, and Lucas gave him a silly syrupy smile that was so odd, it made me laugh. This was just insane. The boom box, the jab, Lucas misplaced but quirky jokes Romans's eyes fell on mine, and an unreadable expression made his face tight. “Why are you laughing?” he asked softly. “I don't see anything funny in what he said.” For what would be the third time, I resisted rolling my eyes at him. Lucas chuckled “Brother, your sense of humor is so dry, it could strike a match.” He took my hand and leaned in to kiss my cheek.

There’s no heart in there. “Do you like Mexican sausage?” He walks towards the dining room. “Is that some kind of euphemism?” Johnny laughs. “A sense of humor. We like that around here.” He slaps my shoulder like football players would after a good game. That almost hurt but it was more annoying than anything.

I laughed, knowing that I had hit a sensitive spot. But then, Sophia suddenly looked up at me, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Actually, my ex-husband was a cheapskate," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "He took me to the most luxurious place he could afford... the McD*nald's drive-thru." I burst out laughing, unable to contain my amusement. Sophia's joke was hilarious, and I was impressed by her quick wit. As I laughed, Sophia smiled, looking pleased with herself. "I'm glad I could make you laugh," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I sighed, putting my hand over his. “You know I'm not the most talkative, babe. I need my talkative girl. We'll die of boredom if you let me lead the conversation. I smiled a little, remembering that it was these comments that made Chelsea laugh. Her sense of humor was special and I liked her. When I heard other people make jokes with cruel connotations they seemed to me in bad taste, but coming from her, they became funny.