Weirdly Funny Novels & Stories

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He looked confusedly at me “Wait…no way you think you think you’re a god, “ I said to be sure he wasn’t serious And if he was then this man might need some professional help with his ego “I’m kidding “ he laughed while I just started at him blankly “Oh come on. You have to admit that was good “ he nudged me “ you’ve only told a good joke once , hopefully that could increase “ I rolled my eyes “That’s a lie. I’m a naturally funny person, I’m good at telling jokes “ he argued “Yeah, bad jokes “ I sassed and he laughed “See that’s how to be funny. Not by telling weird, scary or just totally off….” I rambled “ yeah, blah blah blah. Just shut the fuck up and kiss me “ he cut me off, tightening hi

Countless people in the comments agreed with her, calling her kind and smart while insulting me for being a mean and foolish embarrassment to women everywhere. Someone managed to unearth my identity, and countless people flooded my social media to leave me scathing messages in an attempt to save me from being a love-addled brain fool. While some left thoughtful advice, most of the comments were insult-filled rants that called me desperate, said I had a fetish for ugliness, and mocked me for not heeding other people's advice despite being brainless myself.

Mysterious. Forgettable.

She said that and I started dying on the floor, that was probably the funniest thing I've ever heard. "That is the fucking stoner spectrum!! Either you're a fucking Einstein or a fucking retard that tried to play baseball with a robot," I said, laughing through my words, causing Alex to break too, laughing and pointing out how fucked up my sense of humor is, "It's not my fault! Imagine having a fucked up humor before going through the dungeons of hell to become an arch-demon." "Tha-That's fair but still, that's fucked!" "Fuck me, that was funny," I said and the look I got from Alex scared the fuck outta me, she looked hungry but also cautious, "You good?"

We're stranded. I start laughing like a madman, the sound echoing through the forest. Adam looks at me, his face a mixture of concern and confusion. "What's so funny?" he asks, clearly perplexed by my strange reaction to the situation. I look at him and grin, my eyes glittering with a dangerous light. "Everything," I say. "It's all so absurd."

"You do know your stuff, Miss Carew." "You're so weird…" scoffed Corinne as she rolled her eyes. "You were just teasing how no one would dare marry me in the future… Now, you're worried someone is going to drug me." Jeremy raised an eyebrow, glaring at her sardonically. "This is a big world, and you can't even begin to comprehend everything out there. There are bound to be weirdos with strange fetishes." Corinne's pursed lips stretched into a small sarcastic smile.

I said off the top of my head as i ran my fingers under the tap. “Well there’s this w******p broad—” “Not the w******p broadcasts” I added and we both shared a laugh on how ridiculous those can be. About the fruits that have been injected something poisonous or the supposed demonic cartoons for the kids. And even how the covid vaccines were an elaborate plan to reduce population.

She had to find out everything that happened a month ago, especially the fire. "Ahh..." As she came out she bumped into Devian. "Why do you appear suddenly from the blue and scare me like that?" "Did I scare you? I thought you were looking for me?" Devian raised his eyebrows. "Why would I look for a perverted weirdo like you?" Arien pouted. "Am I?" Devian asked leaning towards her. "What?" She questioned him back. "A perverted weirdo? Or I suppose your lover Harry is a pervert." Devian spoke as if he was thinking deeply.

I hiccup, and it feels funny in my throat, sounds so weird to me that it makes me giggle again. I like being drunk, I’m lighter and more fun; it makes me think Jake is sex worthy and that’s pretty hilarious. I don’t find men a turn on at all, so that’s even funnier … Well, except Jake! He’s the exception to the rule in that everything he does is panty warming and alluring, even standing staring at me as he is now. I’m hit with a strange sound. It’s me. I’m laughing; I guess I find myself amusing and I sound so detached and not here.