Stuff That Makes Me Laugh Novels & Stories

I blink at her like she’s speaking in tongues. Then I start laughing. One of those belly-born cackles that starts deep inside your stomach — usually right in the middle of a church service — and you’re not sure what exactly is so funny, but you just can’t stop. The kind that always ends in tears, a weird hiccup, or — heaven forbid — a fart. Some of the staff start laughing at me … definitely not with me. My laughter fades into some hiccup snickers. I focus on Sky’s face.

“I always know how to cheer people up. Want me to tell you a bad joke?” I sniffed again. “No.” She grinned wider. “Too late. What do you call fake spaghetti?” I groaned, pressing my face into my sleeve. “Riley, please.” “An impasta,” she said, bursting into laughter at her own joke. Despite myself, I laughed too. It came out choked, but it was laughter all the same. She looked so proud of herself for making me do it that I had to keep laughing. “God, you are ridiculous,” I said, shaking my head.

She’s such a joy killer! A real party pooper, that’s what she is. Anyways, the guys opened the file sent to them at the same time, and they raised their heads to stare at me strangely before bursting into a fit of laughter. They laughed so hysterically and almost fell off their seats while laughing. It seemed a bit strange, and I got curious about what was making them laugh, so I grabbed Ethan’s phone and opened the file that was making them laugh like clowns.

another teased, laughing. *_*

Asshole. “That’s the most funniest thing I’ve ever heard…” He laughed, wiping the tears of mirth under his eyes. “You think that we are going to have a baby boy, just because you get sick every time you say something bad about me…” He was gasping for breath and it was contagious, his laughter. And, now I felt silly. “I swear if you don’t stop laughing, I will kill—” My stomach rumbled, audibly, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten anything for so long.

" I looked at her, at that smug, self-satisfied expression, and the corners of my lips curled into a meaningful smile. "You're right, Vanessa. Navigating relationships is important. I hope your people skills will be enough to answer Gilla Group's questions regarding the core data." Her expression flickered for a split second, but she quickly regained her arrogance. "That's not something an errand runner like you needs to worry about. I've got the proposal right here, so why wouldn't I be able to answer the questions? You just stay here and keep fetching water for me."

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

Suddenly, I hear a quiet laugh. “Holy shit! You’re forcing me back into my teenage masturbating years! You have no idea how long it’s been since I last jerked off!” “Well then… you are welcome,” I snort, hearing him burst into loud, rolling laughter. Damn, his laugh is ridiculously contagious! Turns out he has that type of laugh that makes everyone want to laugh along.

Both boys hopped off their mother’s lap and sat at the table with my boys. Jessie and I put some cookies and milk in front of each boy and Jessie and I sat in the living room. I explained, “I think our happiness is another thing that makes kids just happier all around. My kids hear me laugh daily. I look for a reason to laugh. It’s a huge stress reliever.” She asked, “What do you laugh at?” I explained, “It can be anything. Sometimes it’s the boys wrestling with their dad, someone will fall and make a funny noise, just before you got here, Kenny made me laugh.” She asked, “What happened?” I told her what happened and I finished with, “Apparently, my alpha child thinks having fun with someone

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.