Novel & Cerita Anong Tawag Sa Joke

he asked, his eyes sparkling as he grinned at me. I nodded and sat up to listen to him, wanting to hear anything that would distract me from the pain I had been feeling in my heart since my father passed. "Okay. I've got a joke to make you feel better," he said, his voice light and playful as he got ready. "Okay, I could use a laugh. Go ahead,” I said, raising an eyebrow, intrigued. Anthony cleared his throat as he said. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?" . "I don't know, why?"

he says after a few minutes, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, “I’m really good at cheering people up. You wanna let me try?” “I don’t think anything is going to fix how I feel right now, Jack.” “Challenge accepted.” He grins, turning to look at me briefly. “Okay. What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?” I raise an eyebrow. “What?” “Sofishticated.” I burst out laughing, shaking my head. It was so stupid and so terrible, but it worked. “See?” He laughs, clearly proud of himself. “Told you I’m magic. One bad joke and you’re already smiling.”

I raised an eyebrow, "Butter who?" "It's butter if you don't know," he said cracking up laughing half way and I stepped aside to let him in, he bent down kissing my cheek which felt strange "I have a pizza joke too but it's not that funny. Ooh what smells nice? I have pizza, monopoly, and shit six dollar wine I picked up from ALDI, if we get poisoned, call triple zero, so have that on speed dial"

After the first five rings, Kyle took my phone from me and switched it off. I was seated on the couch, Kyle beside me. I stared blankly into space as memories of the night replayed in my head. I wish I had never gone to that stupid party. "Wanna hear some good jokes?" Kyle smiled. I shrugged. "What do you call a sleeping bull?" He asked, smirking. "A bull-dozer." I replied bluntly. He pouted. I heard Chris' car pull up in the driveway. It wasn't long before Chris made his appearance in the living room.

Jason said, "our tour guide is called Alessandro." He burst out laughing, but stopped once he saw my unimpressed expression. "Well, it's one of the most common names in Italy." I rolled my eyes. "Learn how to take a joke, Maya." He chuckles. "I do know how to!" "Okay,' he says, "any joke that has math in it isn't considered a joke." I roll my eyes playfully, hearing him laugh. Eventually, I joined him, and minutes later, we both snorted in laughter. I mean, laughing over lame jokes is what friends are for.

My smile widened as I mindlessly took off my jacket setting it down on the leather seat. I clung to Dalton chatting with him as Enzo thought it was the time for the like of the day as he called it. It was one of those stupid habits that we had going on as kids and it kinda stuck with us and Enzo was the one with the shittiest and corniest jokes. I braced myself to hear one of his dad jokes, Dalton was holding in his laugh at the eager look on his brother's face already. "What do you call a joke without a punchline?"

I exhale deeply when the tie is off and my phone rings Immediately. It is Richard and I wonder why he is calling me this late. "Congratulations to the jack of all trades", he screams. "Jack of all trade?" I furrow my brows in confusion. I have no idea what the idiot is talking about. He always call at the wrong time, either when I am too tired of his drama or when he wants to tease me about something and I will end up telling him to shut the f**k up. "Yeah, master of none", he chuckles. I feel like punching him for making such a silly joke. I am tempted to drop the call and go take a bath, instead of listening to his stupid talks. I open the door and move in quietly.

She broke into a contemptuous smile as she glanced at the caller ID and promptly put it on speaker. "Hello?" Grandpa's robust voice came through from the other end of the line. "Jillian, how did the blind date go?" Marlene replied arrogantly, "I take it you're Jillian's grandfather? Your granddaughter owes me two thousand dollars, so she's being held at my restaurant. "Listen up, old geezer—you'd better hurry up and bring the money here to bail her out. Otherwise, I'll strip every last one of those fakes off her and throw her out onto the street."

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.

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”