So Funny I Forgot To Laugh Meme Novels & Stories

"Ohhhh, fuck. I completely forgot." "I knew." "So why didn't you just remind me?" He pointed his index finger towards my face, and moved it in circles. "You see that reaction, that's why." "But... Oh ohh shit. I must have sounded like a stupid forgetful person." "Do you want me to say something that'll surprise you?" "Yeah. What's that?" "You actually didn't." "Didn't what?" I asked, very curious. "Think about it." he replied laughing. "Ohh... Nice one huh?" I replied.

It was been spread anonymously and no one knew who was behind all of it. “I’m not ready to rest until we hunt down the fool behind all these disgusting memes.” Donald fumed. “And we find him, his punishment would be nothing that has never come to him in his entire existence because he would beg for death itself.” I spat, jamming my fists together. After a few weeks, we were able to track down the guy. He was a fat nerd in his 20s. We found him in his dorms in front of his computer, laughing and munching of potato chips with several memes made from my photo.

No one had to tell me that they cried a lot. I was concerned, and since I didn't know what I did wrong, I asked them. "What did I do to you?" "How can you forget our birthday? You always remember it, isn't our sixth-year birthday worth the remembrance?" I stood still to process their accusation, and when it registered in my brain, I almost burst into laughter. No, I did, I burst into a peal of laughter that I had to sit on the floor and rest my back against the wall to laugh louder and more.

"Show me." And he did. Francis watched as his friend stared at the picture on his phone. His first expression was blank. He could not tell what he was thinking. Then, there was confusion before he started laughing. "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly laughing? Were you aware of this?" "What! No," Jeff said amidst laughter. He tried to stifle his laugh but failed successfully, so he laughed a little bit more before being able to suppress the urge to continue. "But we both know that it was photoshopped. Karen would never… I repeat… would never do that. Come on, an old man? That was a terrible joke, buddy."

The laugh cut off instantly. I frowned, leaning forward on the sofa. Glitch, I told myself. Just a compressed audio error. I unpaused it. The movie continued, but the laughter returned a few seconds later, layered underneath the dialogue. It was mocking, a rhythmic he-he-he that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

Fiona pouted, she still had tears running down her cheeks. “I'm sorry.” I apologised, still laughing, “It's just that you normally look so cold and composed in my memories that seeing you with tears and snot was a bit funny. I couldn't help but laugh.” I used a finger to wipe away her tears, “But I'm thankful, Fiona. You didn't forget me even after all these months.” “Why will I forget you?! I'll never do that!” Fiona exclaimed.

The air was filled with laughter, a sound only childhood friends could produce—a blend of familiarity, comfort, and memories. Vihan sat on the couch, casually draped against the armrest, his hair charmingly messy, and his laughter infectious. He was effortlessly magnetic—the kind of person who could make a room brighter just by being in it. For a fleeting moment, I let myself imagine that his gaze lingered on me, that the warmth of his smile was mine to claim. But then he shattered the moment. “Guys, I totally forgot!” he exclaimed, sitting up so suddenly that a pile of flashcards toppled to the floor. “I have a date in an hour!”

And the more I laughed, the harder it was for me to stop. I didn't know why. I had lost all memory of him. I had forgotten the love I once had for him. As such, I no longer felt anything for him. And yet, I pitied him. He was pathetic, and so was my past self. Irvin became even more panicked as he watched me laugh uncontrollably. He quickly closed the distance between us. He intended to hug me to make me stop laughing. He loved hearing me laugh. However, he couldn't stand the way I was currently laughing. This version of me scared him. It terrified him.

Although it’s too early for me and Mark, I think I want one too. “Why? Do you want one now?” I forgot that my mate doesn’t know what joke means. “Of course!” We both laugh on our way to our room.

It was just too hilarious to look at that for a moment I forgot that I was going through a lot of shit. “Stop that, you idiot,” I tell him with the laughter still threatening to leave my lips. Why is it so hard to keep it in? “What am I doing?” he demands to know, this time switching to the look of confusion. “Just stop with it,” I say. “Yeah, that's better. Don’t do what you did not too long ago again.” He still looks confused but I have already looked away from him, the laughter suppressed. And just like that my sorrow is back like it never left a minute ago.