Stuff That Makes Me Laugh Novels & Stories

Those little cute monsters take all of your storage with their silly photos and videos. I inched closer to Nikolas, watching the video as well and remembering which one it is. Max was sitting in his crib, Lilly right beside him, and many toys scattered around as they played together. It was when I bought him a new toy, it was a red Elmo, that starts laughing every time you touch or tickle him. Lilly was playing with the toy making it echo funny laughing voices and the sounds alone were making Max burst into pure laughter of glee.

“Why were you laughing?” “BECAUSE HE MADE A BAD PUN ABOUT EXCEL.” “What pun?” “It doesn’t matter!” “Tell me.” “OH MY GOD—” He steps closer. Jealous. Possessive. Annoyingly gorgeous. And then he says it: “I don’t want other men making you laugh.” My breath stops. Instantly. Because he says it so quietly. So seriously. So unfiltered. “I—um—well—laughing is good for my mental health?”

"It's no longer funny.” “You can't make me feel bad about laughing because I did warn you, so don't try.” “It's experienced, and juicy experience at that," I argue. "Clearly, you're dying for a spill.” She hurls a tiny container my me while saying, "Here. In just a few days, it will calm your skin and reduce your pain.”

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?”

Ethan said indignantly, "I am all frogs' tendons!" Maddy was amused by Ethan and both of them felt a little relaxed. "Maddy, honestly, do you think I'm suitable for doing stand-up comedy?" Ethan asked. "No!" Maddy answered without thinking. "Then why are you laughing so happily? I heard of faking climax, but not faking laughter in a comedy show!" Ethan smirked. "I'm laughing because tonight is indeed the happiest time for me in a long while."

I clutch my stomach tightly as tears pool in my eyes and a snort erupts unabashed from my mouth. This only makes me laugh harder, and now I can hear Landry in the kitchen laughing too. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh this hard,” he chuckles while stirring some batter in a mixing bowl. “I don’t know why that line makes me laugh so hard,” I squeak between fits of laughter.

Both of them end up entangled in a comedic display of limbs and laughter. The room reverberates with unbridled amusement, our laughter echoing off the walls. Tears stream down our faces as we struggle to catch our breath, the hilarity of the situation overwhelming us. It is a moment of pure joy, where even the simplest mishaps become the source of endless amusement.

She laughed slightly. "The truth is, I'm kind of tired of making others laugh. I like it when people laugh and I enjoy hearing their voices. I guess I should say, I like seeing them happy. Of course, it doesn't hurt that I'm good looking. I know that I'm not particularly beautiful, but that doesn't seem to stop people from appreciating me."

“Look at them. They look like bathroom tiles.” His insult is so on point and so unexpected that I let out a loud laugh. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe I’m just shrill after almost kissing him. Or maybe I’m just having fun with him. Whatever it is, the result is the same. A laugh loud enough to be heard even from the stage.

" Ian frowned at the question. Ian (8:15 pm) : What kind stupid question are you asking? Irritating Twat (8:16 pm) : Don't know the answer? Ian (8:16 pm): No. Irritating Twat (8:17 pm) : Because it is made out of cells! Haha! Ian gaped at the message for a long time before a small laugh escaped his mouth. The joke was really lame but it was funny.