Novel & Cerita Funny Things

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

“The eggs on that rich guy’s Mercedes or the flaming poop.” “The old guy stepping in flaming dog shit was pretty damn funny. It might be a draw. So, what’s next?” “I got big M-80 firecrackers!” “Gosh, and gee-willikers Paul, whatever shall we do with those?” “So many mailboxes, so little time.”

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

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That simple statement stayed with me. Because it was true. Life had become serious. Everything felt serious. Work. Money. Relationships. Responsibilities. Sometimes I forgot what it felt like to laugh simply because something was funny. Inside, the club was packed. People filled every table. The room buzzed with excitement. The smell of food and drinks mixed with the sound of conversation and laughter. The energy was contagious. Within minutes, I felt myself relaxing all over again. The comedians were fantastic. Some jokes were clever.

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?”

Right on cue, his assistant popped the car trunk and came back with a huge gift bag. Inside? Premium chocolates, and lots of them. "Dang," someone whispered. "Just this must've cost a ton." "He's so put-together, and she's gorgeous. Total power couple." "She wasn't lying. Who's the clown that called her a side piece?" The crowd turned, no longer here for the drama—now they wanted answers. Bruce saw it coming and bolted, which only made him more obvious. "That guy!" someone shouted. "He called the bride a side piece on their marriage registration day! Nearly caused a huge mess!"

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

She barely laughed at his jokes. “What’s funny?”

Alexander I was stumped, I had no idea what to say. All I knew was that I was going to prove to them that I know fun things to do. "What do people do for fun?" I muttered to myself. "You don't know? You're certainly not a fun person. "Hmmm. We could go see a concert or a movie." I said. "How is that fun?" She asked. "People enjoy that sort of thing." "To some it is. It's just not fun to me." She countered. "You don't know what's fun? That's no surprise. You don't have to try proving anything."