Basketball Jokes Novels & Stories

When I got there, it was quite early in the day, so a few guys were doing warm up and others were playing basketball. I spotted Austin and Sam on one end laughing at the guys playing. Well, Sam was laughing and Austin just looked completely shocked. “How are they so—” Sam cut him off, “It’s like they bet on who would get the most missed shots.” He laughed heartily at his own joke. At this point I frowned at his behaviour ready to turn away from them but I looked at the players and had to agree. “...and the worst shooter award goes too….” Sam said loudly so they could hear but they seemed resolute in whatever it was they were doing.

“You should know, though, that I’ve seen Cat play many a game of beer pong. Always ends with her blitzed out of her mind.” “Yeah, but you’ve never seen Luke play basketball. Or attempt to play. He’s like a baby giraffe learning to walk.” I snorted, then covered my mouth as I glanced over at him. “You’re an ass.” “Yes, but an honest ass. Look. Did you see that? The ball just bounced off that carnie.” He was right. Luke’s ball arched high in the air and landed with a soft thud against the bearded, sweaty man’s chest. My snort turned to a laugh and I turned, burying my face against Jack’s shirt. “I can’t look.”

he said energetically before running back to the middle of the court. It's really fun to play basketball even if they say I'm not that good at playing, they don't laugh at me, instead they even teach me. I have made many friends here besides Gab. Benny, Rico and Jeff. They are in college and same as my age, while Gab is in elementary school. They were all kind and good to be around so I quickly became friends with them. After almost a few hours of playing, we decided to take a break. "Rylan, here's a water," Jeff offered. Here we are on the side of the court taking a break.

Yeh, that's right, it's good. "It was good, you did great there." He laughed while looking at me, with a spoon in his mouth. "What?" I asked. "Nothing. Its just that I am asking about the game yet you answer about me." "Oh, sorry, its just that, I don't know anything about basketball so I don't really know what to tell." He nodded.

He suddenly stopped so I looked up at him and he just smiled at me, guessing that he was just covering the sugary feeling that he's feeling deep inside. Psh, he is so obvious that it's making him look so innocent and cute. "Omg, babeee! Let's try the Hoops Basketball! You are so so soo good at playing basketball, right? RIGHT!? Show ME! Show EVERYONE just how good you are!" I heard a woman by my side say as they approached the basketball game. Oh, that looks fun! "Oldie, are you good at playing basketball?" "Hm, not really. I was just an All-star game MVP during high school. Why?" Oh, wow. Seriously? He is just? JUST?

me, oh, gosh, I feel like the ground should just open and swallow me up, how embarrassing, what am I supposed to say as an explanation? "I...I just remembered an old joke my mother told me" I lied and he looked at me like I was insane, "is this the best time for you to start remembering jokes?" I quickly shook my head, I don't want to upset him more than he already was, "what can you do for the team?" He asked, staring directly at me and I unconsciously took a step back from his penetrating glare, "um, I..I...I., nothing, um, I mean..." He cocked his head to one side and folded his arms across his chest, I stopped talking before I could make more fool of myself, I could already hear the gig

He said it in a childish tone. "Oh really, but I though your name was Caleb." Jazz replied playing along. "Oh no, I am not Caleb. He disturbs people who want to be left alone but ME, I am Mr. Laughter people enjoy my company." "Oh really?" "Yes." He said it continuing the same innocent tone in his voice. "Shall I tell you a joke?" "Please go on." "Once there was an old man who died at a very young age hahaha..." He ended his short joke with his own laughter

"Alright, fine. If you won't smile, I'll have to tell you my top-tier jokes. What do you call a fake noodle?" Elena had blinked, her stern frown flickering for a split second. "What?" "An impasta." She had stared at me in absolute, stony silence for three whole seconds. "That is terrible. That is the worst joke I've ever heard." "Okay, okay, tough crowd," I had grinned, my dark eyes sparkling with wicked delight as I stroked her cheek. "Why don't scientists trust atoms?" "Jaxx, please stop…" "Because they make up everything."

I point to the freshly baked muffins through the glass that stole my attention. "Thank you." I smile receiving the small brown paper bag and cup. I push pass the chatting guys behind me. They have been going on about basketball the whole bloody time. Who is the best. Scored the most. If Michael Jordan is mentioned once again in my presence I might roll them into balls and throw them through a hoop myself.

I laugh. “No fucking way you going to whoop my ass today, bro.” “We’ll see about that.” His reach is long and his fingertips graze the ball but I’m too quick for him and run it down the court, line it up and bingo. It’s in. “Hell yeah.” I punch one arm up towards the sky. “1-1.” “Anyway you were saying, here’s the thing. What thing?” Denver plays around with the ball bouncing it up and down in front of me, teasing me with hit. He’s such a shit but he’d have made an awesome basketball player.