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Funny Story of the Week #13 | 9/5/25.

Sat, 06 Sep 2025 00:44:58 +0000

Fictional/Made-up
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It was art class, which usually meant chaos disguised as “creativity.” Everyone had paint, glue, and scissors… a terrifying combo.

Everything was going smoothly—until Oliver decided his clay sculpture was “boring” and needed “special effects.”

So he grabbed a straw.
And started blowing bubbles into his paint cup.

At first, it just made colorful foam. Everyone thought it was kinda funny. But then Oliver, with the confidence of someone who clearly never thinks ahead, blew SO hard that paint exploded out of the cup like a volcano.

SPLAT.

Blue paint on the table.
Green paint on the wall.
Yellow paint… on Mr. Clark’s bald head.

The entire class went dead silent.

Mr. Clark slowly wiped a drip of neon yellow sliding down his forehead. He looked exactly like a highlighter.

“Oliver…” he said in the calmest, scariest teacher voice, “why.”

Oliver, covered in rainbow splatters, shrugged. “Abstract art?”

Half the class lost it, laughing so hard they nearly fell out of their chairs. Mr. Clark sighed, muttered something about “retiring early,” and sent Oliver to the sink with about fifty paper towels.

The wall still has a mysterious green blotch no one ever cleaned off. Some kids say it looks like a dinosaur.

Funny Story of the Week #12 | 8/30/25

Sat, 30 Aug 2025 16:58:04 +0000

Side Note: Hey y'all! I'm continuing the Funny Story of the Week posts! Haven't done one since May... I needed a Summer Break. But, now... The reopening!!!

Fictional/Made-up
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You know how in gym class, the teacher always makes you do those “teamwork” activities where everyone has to work together? Yeah. This was one of those days.

Mr. Henson brought out this HUGE rainbow-colored parachute. You know, the one where everyone grabs the edge and you all flap it up and down like maniacs.

It started out normal—everyone flapping, laughing, and ducking under when the parachute made a dome. Then Eli got an idea. The dangerous kind.

“Guys,” he whispered, “let’s put Timothy in the middle and launch him.”

Before anyone could stop it, Timothy—who is about the size of a fun-sized candy bar—was crouched in the middle, looking like he was about to be sacrificed to the parachute gods.

“ONE! TWO! THREE!” everyone yelled.

The parachute went WHOOOOSH.

Timothy went FLYING.

I’m talking airborne. Like, dude actually caught wind and almost touched the ceiling basketball hoop. His shoe even flew off mid-flight and smacked poor Hannah in the face.

Everyone was screaming, half in horror, half in laughter. Timothy landed in a pile of gym mats like a victorious skydiver, arms raised, yelling:

“I BELIEVE I CAN FLYYYY!”

Mr. Henson blew his whistle so hard it sounded like a fire alarm. The parachute was immediately rolled up and shoved back into storage, probably forever.

And Timothy? He strutted around the rest of the day like he was the first human to ever discover flight.

Funny Story of the Week #11 | 5/29/25

Fri, 30 May 2025 02:58:42 +0000

Fictional/Made-up
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It all started with a banana.

Specifically, Tammy’s banana, which she brought to lunch in a glittery neon lunchbox that looked like it belonged to a disco ball.

Now, Tammy wasn’t planning to eat the banana. Oh no. She had named it "Sir Bananasworth" and gave him googly eyes. It was more pet than snack.

“Respect the potassium prince,” she told everyone.

Everything was fine until Lenny—who had the chaotic energy of a squirrel on five sodas—decided he wanted to make “fruit salad history.” He yanked a kiwi from his lunchbox, dramatically placed it next to Sir Bananasworth, and announced:

“WE WED THESE FRUITS IN PEACE AND JUICINESS.”

Tammy screamed. “NOOO! YOU CAN’T MARRY HIM OFF WITHOUT HIS CONSENT!”

Chaos. Full. Bananas.

People started throwing food into the “fruit wedding.” Someone launched grapes. Someone else sacrificed a Lunchable. Someone (we’re not naming names but it was probably Mya) flung a whole orange like it was a dodgeball.

Tammy dove for Sir Bananasworth to protect him, but slipped on a rogue grape and landed face-first into someone’s applesauce. Lenny screamed “IT’S A FRUIT FIGHT!” and started dual-wielding celery sticks like lightsabers.

An aide walked in just in time to get pelted with a rogue cherry tomato.

Everything stopped.

The lunchroom went silent except for the soft plop of a pudding cup sliding off the edge of a table.

No one spoke.

Until the aide said, “...who started this?”

Everyone pointed at Sir Bananasworth.

And that’s how Tammy’s lunchbox banana was blamed for starting the Great Cafeteria Food War of 5th Period.

Sir Bananasworth was confiscated and last seen on top of the lost-and-found table.

With one googly eye still hanging on.

Funny Story of the Week #9 | 5/14/25

Wed, 14 May 2025 23:50:10 +0000

Fictional/Made-up
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It was the day of the big science presentations. Everyone had weird poster boards with things like “Do Plants Like Music?” and “What Happens When You Microwave Marshmallows?” (Spoiler: chaos).

But Maxine—oh no, Maxine had something totally different.

Her project was titled: "The Magical World of Mold."

Yeah. Mold.

She had brought in six slices of bread in ziplock bags, all in different stages of becoming science experiments no one asked for. One was green. One was black. One looked like it might be plotting something.

Maxine stood up confidently and announced, “I cultured these myself.”

Someone in the back gagged.

“Each slice was placed in a different condition,” she explained. “This one was kept in the sun. This one was in my locker. And this one…” she paused dramatically, “was under my bed for three weeks.”

The room went SILENT.

“MAXINE, WHY?!” someone screamed.

She smiled proudly. “For science.”

But then—disaster.

As Maxine lifted the “locker mold” bag to show it off, the ziplock burst open. A puff of green-ish fuzz floated into the air like some evil fairy dust. Everyone SCREAMED. Chairs fell. A kid dove under a table.

Maxine stood there frozen, holding the empty bag.

“My mold... is free now,” she whispered.

Needless to say, the rest of the science fair was canceled, and the classroom windows stayed open for the rest of the week.

Maxine got an A+.

And the school got a very strong new air freshener.

Funny Story of the Week #8 | 4/7/25

Wed, 07 May 2025 15:25:01 +0000

Fictional/Made-Up
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It was indoor recess, and chaos was in full swing. Kids were building questionable Lego towers, others were yelling about Uno rules, and a couple of people were sword-fighting with pencils. Just your average day.

Meanwhile, three friends—Lyla, Jace, and Bella—decided to play charades. Sounds normal, right? Wrong. It got way too real, way too fast.

Jace got the first card. It said “Tornado.” Easy peasy. He spun around like a lunatic and knocked over an entire box of crayons. Nailed it.

Then it was Lyla’s turn. Her card said “Chicken.” She started flapping her arms and clucking like she actually believed she was a chicken. People stopped what they were doing just to stare.

But then… came Bella.

Her card?

“Worm.”

Instead of just wiggling a bit and calling it a day, she legit face-planted on the rug and started inching around like a real worm. On her belly. In front of everyone. And she was COMMITTED.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” someone yelled.

“SHHH! SHE’S A WORM!” Lyla whispered dramatically.

Bella looked up from the floor, hair all static-y, and said proudly, “I AM THE EARTH CRAWLER.”

A teacher walked over. Looked down. Blinked.

“…You good?”

Bella replied, “Worms don’t talk,” and slithered away.

The class was howling. Lyla fell over laughing. Jace looked like he was going to pass out from trying not to scream-laugh.

The game ended early because the teacher said, “We’re clearly too into this,” but Bella? She stayed worm-mode until the bell rang.

It was official: charades would never be the same again.

Funny Story of the Week #7 | 4/30/25

Thu, 01 May 2025 00:55:27 +0000

Fictional/Made-Up
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So, picture this: three kids — Mia, Bella, and Noah — are chilling outside after lunch, minding their own business... when disaster strikes.

Mia suddenly goes, "OMG GUYSSSSS, I JUST SWALLOWED A BUG!!!"
She’s gagging and flailing around like she’s being attacked by an invisible ninja.

Bella starts SCREAM-LAUGHING so hard she nearly falls off the bench.
Noah is just standing there, holding his juice box, looking like .
(He’s the human version of the buffering symbol.)

They stared at each other for a solid 5 seconds, completely frozen, until the juice box let out a tiny "pffffft" — like it was giving up on life.

Mia’s running around, yelling, "AM I GONNA DIE?! AM I GONNA TURN INTO A BUG?!"

Bella, WHEEZING, says, "No dummy, but maybe you'll start buzzing."

Then Noah, COMPLETELY DEADPAN, says, "You’re halfway to becoming a mosquito. I give it two days."

Mia SCREAMS even louder and karate-chops the air like she’s fighting the transformation.

Bella’s laughing so hard now she SNORTS like a pig.
Which only made Mia scream louder.
Which only made Bella snort louder.
Which only made Noah sip his juice even slower.

At that point, a teacher walked by, gave them a weird side-eye, shook their head like "I don’t get paid enough for this," and just kept walking.

Mia spent the rest of recess convinced she was growing antennae.
(Plot twist: she wasn’t.)

a horrible story

Fri, 25 Apr 2025 20:39:49 +0000

ted the elephant was an elephant. he did elephant things. he drank water, he ate food, he advocated for free speech, all that stuff. but then one day... he drank soda. more at 11

Funny Story of the Week #6 | 4/25/25

Fri, 25 Apr 2025 18:47:21 +0000

Fictional/Made-up
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Sorry I haven't made any Funny Stories in a while, but we just have a ton of end-of-the-year testing nowadays, like all schools. I've finally found some time to post a new story!
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It was a normal lunch. Or at least… it started normal.

Mia, Brooke, and Zoey were sitting at their usual table, happily munching on snacks and talking about completely random things—like whether squirrels have birthday parties or not. (Spoiler: Mia says yes. With tiny hats.)

Brooke had a juice box. An innocent-looking, totally normal grape juice box.

Until…

SLURRRRP

“Uhhhh,” Zoey stared. “Brooke, what are you doing?”

Brooke had her straw jammed all the way in, sucking like her life depended on it. Her cheeks were going all puff-squishy and her eyes were WIDE.

“I think it’s broken,” Brooke mumbled around the straw. “No juice is coming out!”

Mia leaned closer. “Try squeezing it a bit.”

Brooke shrugged and gave it a squeeze.

BIG. MISTAKE.

The straw POPPED out with the force of a mini geyser, grape juice SHOOTING out like a cannon.

It hit Zoey.
IN. THE. FACE.

SPLOOSH.

“AAAAHHHHH!” Zoey yelled, standing up with her arms flailing. “MY EYEBALLS!!! I’M GONNA SMELL LIKE GRAPE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!”

Brooke froze. Juice still dripping off her hands. “Oops?”

Mia was dying laughing. She almost fell off the bench. “Brooke, you turned Zoey into a JUICE MONSTER!”

Zoey grabbed a napkin and wiped her face. “I’m gonna get revenge. Just wait. You better sleep with one eye open.”

Brooke: “What if I sleep with BOTH eyes open?”

Mia: “Okay, that’s scarier than the juice box.”

And from that day on… juice boxes were declared dangerous weapons at the lunch table.

THE END—wait no. NO THE END. Forget I said that.

Funny Story of the Week #5 | 3/26/25

Thu, 27 Mar 2025 00:34:59 +0000

Fictional/Made-Up
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It all started when I, the unlucky protagonist of this tragic tale, was peacefully sitting at lunch, minding my own business. I had my sandwich, my chips, and, most importantly, my juice box. A perfectly normal lunch. Until disaster struck.

I poked the straw into the juice box, and for a brief, beautiful moment, everything was fine. But then—out of nowhere—Maddie sat down across from me and slammed her tray on the table so hard that my hand jerked. I squeezed the juice box.

Big mistake.

A fountain of juice BURST from the straw like a geyser, hitting me square in the face. I blinked in shock as sticky apple juice dripped from my nose. The table erupted into laughter.

And then—because fate apparently HATES me—Maddie, in her panic, knocked her water bottle over. The lid was loose. The water didn’t just spill—it soaked my entire tray. My sandwich? Gone. My chips? A lost cause. My dignity? Destroyed.

I sat there, a juice-covered, soggy-lunch-having mess, while everyone cackled like a pack of hyenas.

Maddie tried to help. She really did. But her attempt to hand me a napkin turned into her accidentally smacking my juice box AGAIN.

SPLAT.

This time, it hit Emily.

The lunchroom mayhem that followed will be spoken of for generations.

Who actually thinks this is funny

Wed, 19 Mar 2025 03:36:23 +0000

Like everyone seen this tag shes-bald-and-shes-torturing-people-who-have-hair before and I imagine a bald head Gues sayin "Heyy I'm not bald and I don't torcher people!!"

Funny Story of the Week #3 | 3/13/25

Thu, 13 Mar 2025 23:48:38 +0000

Fictional/Made-Up
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Lena had a problem. A big problem.

Her little brother, Max, had somehow gotten his hands on her one secret stash of candy—the emergency, never-to-be-touched, LAST RESORT candy. And now he was running around the house, shoving handfuls of it in his mouth like some sort of sugar-gremlin.

“I’LL GIVE YOU FIVE BUCKS TO PUT THAT DOWN!” Lena yelled, chasing him through the kitchen.

Max cackled like a maniac and parkoured over the couch. “TOO LATE, LOSER!” he screamed, spraying Skittles everywhere.

Lena dove for him. Missed. Crashed face-first into a chair.

“I HOPE YOU STEP ON A LEGO!” she shrieked, rubbing her nose.

Then, disaster struck.

Max suddenly froze. He blinked, swayed a little, and clutched his stomach.

Lena’s eyes widened. “Oh no.”

Max let out a weak, tragic whisper:

“…I ate too much.”

Lena had approximately three seconds to react before Max violently threw up a rainbow of candy right onto their mom’s brand-new white carpet.

Silence.

They both stared at the mess in horror.

Then—

“IF MOM SEES THIS, WE’RE DEAD!”

Cue absolute mayhem. They threw every towel, every paper napkin, every random sock they could find on the disaster zone. Max tried to rub it out with his sleeve. Lena dumped an entire bottle of Febreze onto the carpet like she was performing an exorcism. The room now smelled like a horrifying mix of fake lavender and regret.

Then, the worst thing possible happened.

A car pulled into the driveway.

Mom was home.

Lena and Max locked eyes.

“Run?” Max whispered.

Lena nodded.

They were never seen again.

(Just kidding. They were totally caught. And grounded for eternity.)

Funny Story of the Week #1 | 2/26/25

Thu, 27 Feb 2025 01:11:40 +0000

Fictional/Made-Up
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Samantha had always been sort of clumsy, but today was a new record.

Her school was having a big assembly, and she got picked to carry the microphone up to the principal. Easy job. No way to mess it up. Except… this was Samantha.

She confidently walked up the stage, mic in hand, when disaster struck. Her shoelace had apparently made a secret alliance with gravity. One second she was walking, the next—BAM!—she tripped, slamming the mic against the floor.

A loud, ear-piercing BZZZZZZT echoed through the entire gym. It was so loud that even the birds outside probably quit their conversation. The principal jumped. The teachers winced. Some kid in the front row clutched his heart like he’d just seen his life flash before his eyes.

But the worst part? THE MIC WAS STILL ON.

As Samantha scrambled to her feet, the microphone, now right next to her face, caught every single panicked sound she made. The entire gymnasium got treated to a live broadcast of:

“OH MY GOSH—AHH—MY KNEE—DID I BREAK IT?! NO, OKAY, WAIT—WHY IS MY HAND SWEATY? OH NO, THE MIC—THE MIC—IS IT STILL ON? HELLO??—OH NO, IT'S MAKING THE STATIC NOISE AGAIN—”

By the time she made it to the principal, the whole school was wheezing. Some kids were straight-up crying from laughter. Samantha just handed over the mic, sighed, and said, “Please pretend that never happened.”

Spoiler alert: No one ever forgot.