Slapstick Humor Examples Novels & Stories

Because he looked crazy funny and it seemed like he had no intention of stopping from laughing so I got up from my chair and punched him on the table to stop him. "Y-you're --- HAHAHHAHA" "What's funny?" I asked him annoyed. "You're actually ---- HAHAHHAHA" "Damn you! Get out of my office, now!" I shouted at him because I was so annoyed. "HAHAHAHAHA! I'm sorry—HAHAHHA" Before I could be filled with him I dragged him out of my office. What did he think of what I said, a joke? To make him laugh so badly?

He's just kidding? Is he fooling me!? That's funny right?! That's a badass gay! I stood up and slapped him on the cheek. "What? What was that for??" He asked in shock while holding my slapped cheek. "If you make a j-joke, make sure it's funny okay." I smiled at him.

Sophie's delighted, bell-like laughter filled the kitchen. She was so excited that her fuzzy socks slipped on the hardwood floor, causing her to wobble wildly. She grabbed a wooden spatula from the counter, waving it in the air like a magic wand, accidentally knocking a cherry tomato onto the floor. "That's not enough! You have to do it a hundred more times!"

Bit down on my bottom lip to try and stop it. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. You just sound so fucking funny." I blurted through my fingers. "Cruel mate." Nessa laughed at this as well. Chuckled like a witch you found in badly written movies. Tilted her head back just enough that the column of her throat looked more bony than ever before.

I quipped, trying to lighten the grave atmosphere. My jibe landed like a balloon in a room full of porcupines. The rigid faces, the pin-drop silence, each one a stark reminder of the severity of this meeting. The laughter that bubbled in my chest faltered, the aftertaste of the joke bitter in my mouth. My smile faded, replaced by a quick, apologetic grimace. "Go on, please," I urged, my voice barely louder than a whisper. Noting the hard lines of Mr. Abrams' face, I silently made a mental note to avoid any more tasteless jokes.

Jaxon said as he walked away. “Bye” Pete said with a smile, “Bye,” ★★★ Jake slid his stick between my legs to slap a puck into the net making land on my butt. “F**k” I cursed as he bursted into laughter before putting his hand forward to take but I slapped it away. “F**k you” I cursed him. “I am sorry but accidents happens” Jake said still smiling, his hand was still out so I took it. “I'll get back at you” I told him but he laughed, calling me bluff.

He deadpans almost growling. My eyes grow big with sarcasm, “Sorry…just thought you liked to thoroughly enjoy the time you get to let your hair down…my mistake. I think you have something stuck up there behind you…” I point as I continue sipping my drink. He doesn’t get my joke at first as he looks behind him, “What?” “Oh…that stick…it’s so far…” I say seriously until I see his concerned expression drop to a pissed off look as he realizes I’m making fun of him.

His booming voice filled the air with glee, As he entertained us, setting spirits free. "Let's say old time jokes, shall we?" Chants of 'yes' sounded around the room. "Did you hear about the vampire who opened a bakery? He got into a lot of trouble because his cakes were always too bloody." The room erupted with laughter, a joyful sound, As we all shared in the mirth that went around. Stephanie chimed in with a witty remark, Adding to the humor, making the atmosphere spark. "Alpha Darwin, have you heard the one about the talking dog?

Awful. I wrapped both hands around it and stared into the abyss. “I’m sorry I slapped you.” “I know.” “I’m sorry I’m a walking disaster.” “Also know that.” “I’m sorry I tried to fuck the sad out of me using your dick like a sledgehammer.” He snorted so hard coffee came out his nose. “Okay, that one’s new.” I peeked up at him. He was wiping his face with a dish towel, shoulders shaking from laughing, and God I hated how much I loved making him laugh even when I wanted to die.

Ready to suck an answer from verbal cues, noticeable or not. As usual, my go-to was sour laughter. As I barked a laugh into the air, I felt some sort of dissolution going on in my chest. The more I retched, the less I felt the lump in my throat. I clapped for emphasis and made him the laughing stock when, in reality, I was the only source of mockery there. How foolish was I to think that Mike Lightwood , of all people, wouldn't catch up to my shenanigan?