Bingo Jokes Novels & Stories

“You know, Ruby, we learned a joke yesterday. Want to hear it?” I nod eagerly, intrigued by the joke that has captured their attention. “Alright,” Ethan begins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why don’t grumpy people like corn on the cob?” Playing along, I pretend to ponder the question. “Hmm, I’m not sure. Why don’t they?” “Because they think it’s ‘a-maize-ing’ that anyone could be happy!” Ethan bursts into laughter, and soon, the infectious giggles spread throughout the room.

I point to him, gesturing towards the back of the bingo hall. It takes us another ten minutes to get over there, but once we do, the loudness of the place has been cut in half. Over here, out of the way, it isn't nearly as bad as in the thick of everything. "We'll have to wait for the new game," I explain as we get our stuff set up. Glancing over at him, I notice he doesn't have his own dabber. "Do you want to use my blue one?" I hold it out to him, almost as if I'm offering him a sacred piece of a puzzle. "You sure?" he quirks an eyebrow at me. "These are lucky and all, what if some of the luck rubs off on me?"

This is the most goals joke as long as I've heard. "You're kidding, right? I swear! That's funny. Wow! If you join to stand up comedy, I make sure you can be the winner." "Na," said Mommy quietly. Chiko still showing his smile. "I'm serious and this is not a joke. You can tell the difference too, right?" Shit!

We played more games like Ring Toss, Prosecco Pong, Lingerie Shower Bingo and The Bride Quiz. The last one was hard for me. I was questioned about how much I knew about the bride, which wasn't much. I think Brooke got suspicious of me because of this game. I wasn't able to answer most of the questions about her which Juliet apparently knew. Brooke kept eyeing me for the rest of the night and I was uncomfortable because of that.

He tells me. I nod, “Yeah and you have 193 more countries to name.” He groans over his seat, “Let’s make a bet.” I take a quick drink from my beer, “Okay, what are we betting on?” “Your name, of course. If I make you laugh again or smile with my notoriously great jokes, you’ll tell me your name.” The waitress comes to our table with a bottle of beer to which he thanked again. “Okay, and if you won’t make me laugh?” I arched a brow.

"I knew it! How could a fresh graduate like you possibly land a client as tough as Gilla Group on your own? Turns out all you did was just climb into Mr. Kapowsky's bed!" She turned to the pale-faced Miguel, convinced that she'd figured everything out. "Don't be scared, Miguel. He's just pretending to be all respectful. It's part of their bedroom kink. These rich older guys love these role-playing games nowadays. "You're such a slut, Macy. You really stooped to such disgusting lows just to land a project? And you even have the nerve to show off about it at a team dinner?" As soon as she said that, everyone else in the room suddenly seemed to come to the same conclusion as well. After all, wh

Gemma asked how many times he'd been divorced, and that shut him up quickly. The act after him was clearly the newest of all the wanna-be comedians who had been up so far. Each of his jokes he started with 'So did you guys hear...?' and he read a bunch of jokes about Australia off his phone. He got booed off stage, and you and Gemma didn't even start it. Then the Host introduced one of their 'regular crowd favourites', and you had to assume it was one of the semi-pros he had mentioned.

the man nodded. “Alright,” said the facilitator. “Let’s rotate. Jokes, riddles, weird facts. Come on, unleash your inner campfire gremlin.” Katherine nudged Kingsley. “You better say something.” He looked at her with mock offense. “Is that a challenge?” “I’m saying you’ve been making bad jokes since 2009. Now’s your time to shine.” He raised a hand. “Alright. What did the zero say to the eight?” The group leaned in.

“The usual. Oh, and we’re getting ready for a game we’re playing after lunch. It’s called bingo.” “Haven’t heard of it.” He pokes at my leftover sweet potatoes with his fork and raises an eyebrow. I give him a nod, and he sets to scraping my leftovers onto his plate. He’s not the best judge of how much I eat. I was insulted at first—embarrassed that he thought I ate so much—but I’ve been starting to suspect that he loads my plate so he can get seconds without getting back up. “What kind of game?” he asks.

I love it when Jorge smiles at me. We were laughing about my latest pay in Cards Against Humanity. The black card asked us to complete the sentence, “Nothing in life is certain except death and ….” I put “kids with ass cancer.” “Damn girl, you are against humanity,” Jorge joked, laughing like music to my ears. “Sorry, I didn’t have anything else,” I laughed back. Stretch my legs out and Jorge picks them up. He starts rubbing my ankles. “I can’t believe my pregnant sister made that joke,” Solen choked out as he laughed.