Stuff That Makes Me Laugh Novels & Stories

I offer him a reassuring smile, which only seems to increase his wariness. "Do you know what brand of shoes Talu’s looking for these days?" I wait for a heartbeat and add with a smirk, "The more expensive, the better." My little qualification has Jian throwing his head back with a laugh. It's just barely more than a bark, but the rich, deep sound is lovely. I can’t remember the last time I made someone laugh. I'd forgotten how satisfying something so simple could be.

"Well since you are so genius and you've figured that I want to be left alone then why are you bothering me?" "Let's say, I don't like to see sad faces especially if that face is this beautiful." He winked again. "God... get your eyes checked. And you are what a clown who can't stand sad faces?" "I am not, but... I can be that for you." He said and dipped his index finger in a ketchup bowl and painted it on his nose as he started making weird faces. "Hello beautiful, my name is Mr. Laughter and I make people laugh." He said it in a childish tone.

he added, and a deep chuckle escaped me, followed by a loud laugh. “Oh my goodness,” I choked out, clutching my stomach from laughter. “You’re so fucking funny, Conan,” I muttered, my laughs reducing to mere chuckles now. “Goodness, at least come up with something believable if you’re going to lie. What fucking century do you think we’re in?”

It doesn’t make sense. She stares at me, swaying on her feet. Her makeup is smudged under her eyes, and lipstick smeared across her mouth. She looks like she’s about to fall apart. And then, like something clicks in her brain, she starts laughing. It’s not the kind of laugh that makes you laugh, too. It’s sharp and cruel, like she’s laughing at a joke I’m too stupid to get.

He shrugs. “Yes, we are human. We make mistakes and we have fights over stupid stuff like leaving the toilet seat up,” I add. “Yes, I wish you’d stop doing that, Babe.” Jayden grins that grin. Everyone laughs at his joke, and I thump him on the arm in jest.

For reasons I did not understand, reasons I was not ready for, I was laughing with this person. He was the most maddening person in the world. And being in here, he has made me tell him how I was feeling, and laugh with him. Ridiculous! This must be the second time I was laughing with him. As I realized this, I looked at him again, and I thought, 'What’s up with this one? Is he a psychopath? Is he... Like, what is it about him that can be so maddening and makes you laugh at the same time? Is he a psychopath? A narcissist? A master manipulator?

The comedian on stage was pretty good, cracking jokes about everything from bad dates to the weird things people do at the grocery store. I glanced over at Sarah, and every time she laughed, it was like a little weight lifted off my chest. Halfway through, the comedian launched into a bit about couples, poking fun at all the little things people do when they’re comfortable around each other. I leaned over to her, smirking. “That’s us,” I whispered. “You know, minus the weird grocery stuff.” “Oh, please,” she shot back, rolling her eyes. “You’re the one who insists on checking every single expiration date like it’s a life-or-death decision.”

I asked irritated. “I said yes.” “Then take it.” I pulled up my pants and tucked it into my underwear. Lara stood silently staring at my clothes for a long moment. “I can't believe it...” She started laughing out of nowhere. “What are you laughing at?” “You didn't do this!” “Can't you see that I did?” She bit her lip, trying to hold back her laughter. “What's so funny?” I asked stressed. “Nothing, it's just normal to throw things into your underwear - she said debauched.”

] "One of the things I like about him... He's a corny joker." ["Like what?"] I clap my hands once. "About teleporting mosquitos. Anyhow, he can make me laugh." ["He could have learned from me~ To make a woman laugh is to make them fall for that man."] "Like what?" ["Hmm, what do you call a mosquito inside the mosquito net?"] "What?"

The room comes alive as the high-definition screen flickers to life, casting a warm glow across our faces. As Madea’s larger-than-life character graces the screen, the room erupts in laughter. Jim’s infectious chuckle resonates, blending with Mrs. Dan’s hearty laughter. The humor cascades through the room, creating a symphony of mirth. Conversations weave seamlessly between scenes, punctuated by laughter and occasional commentary. Mrs. Dan shares anecdotes from her own experiences with Madea movies, adding a layer of shared history to the laughter-filled evening. The air is thick with the scent of buttered popcorn, a staple for our movie nights. The popcorn machine hums in the background, co