Novel & Cerita Anong Tawag Sa Joke

"Okay, okay, ito na. Ano ang sinabi ng bato sa tubig?" Napaisip si Thalia. "Hmm... ano?" "Wag mo akong basain, hindi pa ako handa!’" sabay tawa ni Nathan sa sarili niyang joke. Napailing si Thalia, pero hindi niya napigilang matawa rin. "Ano ba ‘yan, Nathan! Ang babaw talaga ng jokes mo." "Hoy, bawal manghusga! Pang-matalino ‘yung joke ko, hindi mo lang na-appreciate agad," sagot ni Nathan na kunwari’y nagtatampo.

He stated his boundaries, making Cam and I laugh lightly. "Fine." "So Cam, I've got new jokes for you." "Alright, let's hear them." "Knock knock." "Who's there?" "The interrupting cow." "Did you get that joke from the cartoon 'Home'?" Cam laughed. "Gee, I hoped you wouldn't know it." Rodney clapped his forehead and we all laughed.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

Anderson's Smart Watch, which was now used in time manipulation was waiting anxiously to be fastened around the wrist. Anderson turned around, casually, then asked with a sarcastic smile, “Quick quiz, in what year did Mrs. Simpson, AKA my mum, die?” “I never believed Anderson could make up a joke with that, he could beat one who casually joked about his mum to stupor and yet this?” Harrison said with wide eyes to Joce. “There's a reason for everything, I guess,” she replied. Turning to Harry, she said, “It's called a ‘time joke’, right Andy?”

"But I've got a few more. Are you ready for another one?" I nod, and he continues. "Okay, here's one."What do you call a sheep that's been sheared twice?" Iskander asks. I think for a moment, and then I say, "A sheared sheep?" He nods his head. "You're getting very good at this," he says. "One more joke, and then I'll let you go. Okay?" I nod, and I lean forward, eager to hear the last joke. "Okay, here's the last one. What do you call a sheep with no head?" I try to think of an answer, but I'm stumped. "Come on, you can do it," Isksnfer tells me as he looks into my eyes searching for the answer. I smile and shake my head signifying a no answer. "The answer is, no-brainer," Iskander says. I

Embarrassed, Zhuang Jia wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "What's wrong? Not funny?" The corner of Gu Yan's mouth twitched, "Does this count?" "Of course it counts, jokes are also considered storytelling!" Zhuang Jia bristled, a little depressed, feeling like she hadn't fired up the atmosphere. She threw the dice back on the table and said, "Come on, come on, keep going on!" The person with the smallest number of points for the second time was Jiang Chen.

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

The other two girls giggled, as well, and Riley chuckled. “No,” Cindy snickered. “I’m Cindy.” “Oh, that’s right,” Amy declared. “I forgot. Sorry. Go ahead, Cindy, tell us your joke.” “Okay. What did one casket say to the other casket?” Amy glanced at Riley, but the awareness in his eyes made her look away. “I don’t know,” she said. “What did one casket say to the other casket?” Cindy giggled. “Is that you coffin?” Amy laughed. The joke was funny enough on its own, but the impish look on Cindy’s face was even more amusing, making Amy laugh all the harder. “That’s a good one, Cindy.”

“Hey, no brooding. This is an adventure, not a prison sentence. Let me distract you.” She turned to him, her expression wary. “What are you going to do? Tell me one of your terrible jokes?” “You wound me,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “But yes. Absolutely.” He cleared his throat, adopting a serious tone. “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Riele blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts.” The joke was terrible. Absolutely awful. But Riele burst into laughter anyway, the tension in her chest breaking apart with each giggle. Jay grinned, triumphant, as if her joy were his greatest victory.

Odell Lumaban: Haha gago14 Danica Garcia: Tanga15 Felicity Bautista: OY OY OY OY OY OY Felicity Bautista: You forgot tarantado16 Naia Baniaga: I’m dead at this convo Odell Lumaban: Well the joke’s dead now, airps. Are you happy with yourself? Naia Baniaga: F you Zoe Torres: Maingay17 Felicity Bautista: Opo18 ma’am Logan dela Vega: Heard that? That’s the sound of victory Zoe Torres: You’re still fucking stupid, Logan Odell Lumaban: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA