Stuff That Makes Me Laugh Novels & Stories

I meant it when I think about these disturbing thoughts. I can't help it; these chuckles are like some kind of torture that I can't shake. They're like a cancer that I can't cure, and I'm starting to think that they're purposefully trying to drive me crazy. It's like they're enjoying making me feel this way, like they're some kind of twisted cosmic joke. But it's not funny. I want to screw them all.

Some jokes were clever. Some were outrageous. Some were so ridiculous that they shouldn't have been funny. Yet somehow they were. More than once, I laughed so hard tears formed in my eyes. The kind of laugh that leaves your stomach hurting. The kind of laugh that makes it difficult to breathe. The kind of laugh I hadn't experienced in years. At one point, I noticed Jack looking at me instead of the stage. "What?" He smiled. "Nothing." "You're not even watching." "I am." "No you're not."

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.

I was confused as to what she was meaning, having not been paying attention to the movie. “Why do people feel the need to act a certain way so people can laugh at them?” She tried again. “Oh, well I suppose they enjoy making people laugh.” I told her, turning my attention to the movie. “Why would someone want to be laughed at?” She questioned. “It isn’t because they are wanting them to laugh at them, most people do things to just get someone to laugh. It makes people feel good to know they brought joy into someone’s life.” I explained.

"What is it again?" Variety shows, comedy movies and comics are some examples of field that was made to give laugh to the watchers or readers. But none succeeded to make Minghao laugh. However... "Pfff..." Soft and delicate giggles brightened the space. Reeled at his reaction, Celine watched how he diligently covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing even more. "Why are you laughing?" She squinted her eyes. After clearing his throat, Minghao pulled out his smile. Then he excused an apology, "Sorry, master."

MADEA Jason burst out laughing, so hard that for a moment I genuinely thought he might choke. His head tilted back, shoulders shaking, one hand pressing to his chest as if I’d delivered the most outrageous joke of his life. The sound filled the dining room, loud and careless, echoing against walls that had held years of my quiet endurance. “Wow, Madea,” he said between breaths, wiping at the corner of his eye as though tears of amusement had formed. “You really have a thing for comedy. I must tell you, that was good. Have you ever thought about signing up somewhere? You almost had me there.”

"What is making you all excited and giggly? That is very unlike you." I shook my head. "You wouldn’t understand." Just then, the screen of my phone lit up, and I was snorting with laughter as I read the content of the message. "Why go watch a comedy when you have a mate that could interest you?" I commented offhandedly and with a hint of pride. Liam stretched his neck, trying to see the source of my amusement.

Amid bites of comfort food, we indulged in banter and laughter, creating a bubble of joy that temporarily shielded us from the weight of the outside world. "Did I mention I'm not just a great magician, but a top-notch chef too?" I teased, a playful twinkle in my eyes. Selena chuckled, her laughter echoing through the room. "Well, you certainly know how to cast a spell with your cooking." With the meal devoured and laughter echoing in the aftermath, the atmosphere lightened. The room, once marked by tears, now resonated with the echoes of shared joy. But I wasn't done yet. Determined to keep the smiles coming, I decided to unleash my repertoire of jokes. Puns, witty one-liners, and humorous a

He said, making silly faces to describe how I talk. "That's not how I sound." I whined, before pouting like a child. We both burst out into laughter again, as he kept making silly faces at me. My stomach hurt from laughing so much, and I was glad to have someone who could actually crack me up. To be honest, I never thought I'd ever be able to laugh this much, given the kind of life I live. It's been over two weeks since Mr. O'Dell's funeral, and it felt good to finally be able to forget the events of that day.

I mouth off to them, and they made up what I was saying. “I’m a Pumpernickel fart. Now that’s rude,” Gio chuckles. “She’s saying you love goat cheese,” Justine giggles. “No, Lola’s saying she wants to make goat cheese and cause us to have pumpernickel farts,” Markum finishes. I forgot what I was trying to say, as laughter is the best medicine, even if it hurts now. My silent giggle is cute, helping me forget my worries. Seeing their happy faces adds to my healing, making me feel grateful to have them.