Actually Funny Jokes Novels & Stories

“Ahahaha!” The third baby told the joke that was obviously funny to the fourth, ‘cause his lovely laughter filled the room and he realized it was the voice that had brought him up his feet. He watched the fourth fall on his back from his laughter, getting up again to listen to the third speak before crying out again.

He said this to me while stuttering and sweating profusely on his palm. I paused for a moment before smiling because I suddenly remembered an old joke. "What makes fowl so amusing?" Arthur arched his brow and couldn't come up with an answer. I cleared my throat and imitated how fowls make noise. "Becauseeeeee!!" I declared, making both of us laugh out loud.

Okay, this shit got to stop, maybe I should try a joke or something? “Hello triple Ds” I say chuckling awkwardly and they just stand there not knowing what to say. “you know, because the names of the three of you starts with a D” I explain my bad joke. “Yah we got it” Dylan says with a fake chuckle, okay, maybe that joke can still be saved. “I’m a double D myself” I say laughing liking my own joke and all their eyes instantly go to my breasts. I choke in my laughter when Derek lets out an angry growl and I sink further inside my hoodie while Dylan starts counting the specks of dust on the floor and Dean find the light fixtures very interesting all of a sudden.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

"Ohh.. yea.. Hassie, I have to give her a call. She has missed out on some things" "Babe, what's up". I hopped into her car as she drove towards her house. "I will tell you more. Let's get something on our way. I would love to eat something". She shook her head "you look chubby now. I bet in a week's time, you will be so fat". She said laughing while I glared at her. "Why aren't you laughing? Isn't it funny?" "It is not. You make dry jokes". "Nope, I disagree. It is not funny to you because the joke is directed to you. And you lack a bit of a sense of humor".

Is he still laughing at me? "Are you making me fun because of me?" I punched his arm while asking. "Fck, I can't stop laughing." My gad, what's funny? "What's funny? And stop cursing no!" I am really irritated right now but yeah it's effective. He doesn't remember my food hehe.

Everyone’s interest captured, their eyes ping-ponged back and forth, trying to pick up on the joke. “Are you two done making inside jokes?” Rick chimed in. “Yep, we are done,” I answered, smiling sweetly at him. “And don’t be jealous. It’s not a good look on you. We can’t help that we are so much cooler and funnier than you.” “Babe, you haven’t seen my funny yet,” he retorted. “Oh, I have, and it’s not that funny.” “Then can you ladies tell me what’s so funny?” he demanded to know with a boyish smile.

"I thought I knew how to make an omelette. I guess not." "Don't beat yourself up, or should I say cut yourself up?" "Haha, that was terrible." "It was good, it was a good joke," "Then how come I'm not laughing?" "Cause I think you cut up your funny bone too," Marcus couldn't hold back his laugh, "that made no sense, at all." "Yet you laughed, so mission accomplished. When I was a kid, my dad would make a bunch of dad jokes whenever we got hurt just to distract us from the pain, they were rarely funny." Marcus chuckled. "But it's the effort that counts, huh?"

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.

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