Sentence Humor Novels & Stories

"Hahahahaha I swear your expression is so funny, like the complex moms whose husbands cheat on each other." Again he managed to trick her, Green desperately wanted to stab the man with a kitchen knife in her hand at the same time, if it was not forbidden, Green would do now. "The joke's weird, it's not funny at all." Langit tried to stop his laughter, and it had been long he didn't laugh loudly like today, his heavy things lifted with the laughter echoing in the room. "Green..., thank you." Langit spoke softly after stopping his laughter. "Why? For instant noodles?"

"Do you know that?" They flinched at him. "Sense of humor is an indicator of connection. Even in broken places, it's often the thread that can lead us back to mend." Amiriam's lips curled before she could catch herself. "He's still not funny." Luke gave her a pretend glare. "I'm hilarious." "Being… fine," she joked. And suddenly, a thin crack of the old warmth opened up. Midway through the session, the door creaked open.

I get the last word in making them angrier. Heath who seems like he will keep laughing at my horrible jokes forever is still laughing with tears in his eyes. Selby is looking at him with the most suspicious eyes ever, like she was very disappointed in him. “What? That was funny as heck,” Heath tells disappointed Selby. “You know that is not a way to win her right, laughing at her corny jokes? you got to do more than that.” Selby says making Heath listen like he is interested in winning me. “Ugh… would you guys stop; Heath is not interested in me he just laughs at the most ridiculous things that is all.” I say massaging my poor head that might hurt soon, “can we go have breakfast now.”

safe, content, happy. A wave of laughter erupted as Brian launched into another one of his jokes, his infectious humour washing away any lingering stress. For a blissful while, the world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the joy of my shared silliness. A forgotten warmth spread through me, the simple pleasure of laughing with Brian a rediscovered treasure, thanks to the movie.

He was glowing with pride, while Vanessa sat right next to him, looking every bit like the star of the night. I was seated near the serving entrance and was basically invisible. After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the room turned vulgar. A few male colleagues who loved telling dirty jokes started running their mouths again under the influence of alcohol. "Vanessa's got serious charm. She even managed to crack a tough nut like Gilla Group!" "Exactly. The kind of allure Vanessa has? That's nothing some bookish little girl can compete with. If you ask me, talking business in the conference room is nowhere near as effective as talking at the dinner table, right, Vanessa?"

"What do you have that Mark lacks?" Zheme shrugged his shoulders, a tiny smirk lifting the left corner of his lips. "The looks, I suppose." "Ye, we know you look much better than him, but your personality is garbage, you don't even how to laugh at a joke." Zheme's smirk went missing and a sneer took its place. "If your stupid jokes were funny enough to make me laugh, wouldn't I?" Andrew frowned. "But my jokes are funn—" "No they're not." Both Josh and Casper interjected in unison.

Hey Nate, Did you do a weird thing? Let's see. You read comments on an online support group, saw one that caught your interest, couldn't suppress the urge to talk to the girl that wrote said comment, sent her the oddest email she's ever read, and then decided to forget that he ever sent the email in the first place. Is that weird? I'll leave you to answer that for yourself. And yes, I do have a sense of humor. Usually the dark kind, but it's still humor nonetheless, isn't it? But nowadays, very few things make me laugh. So,I don't know what to make of it. Does that still count as having a good sense of humor?

“You’re like a sister to me. So, fuck it. Any other girl? Hell no.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity hitting me full force. “You know what? You’re hilarious, Nelly. I remember when you were still so dry, making those lame jokes about ‘six seven’ and cracking up when no one else found it funny. Good old days.” “Huh? My jokes were actually funny, girl.” She poked my side playfully, feigning offense. “Your humor—and everyone else’s—was definitely broken.” “Yeah, sure,” I dragged out, giggling. “Six-seven,” I teased again, mimicking her old deadpan delivery.

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

That was the plan until my lawyer, Devon, told me last week that getting married could help fix my image and the company’s reputation. “Well, Alex,”I said flatly, “I’m glad Henry has met your expectations.” Sandy glared at me. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Aiden.” “If you cared about good conversations, you wouldn’t have married a man who thinks fart jokes are the peak of comedy,” I shot back. "Congratulations would’ve been enough,”Sandy said, stabbing her fork in the air. "Bite me,” I said, finishing my drink and slamming the glass down.