Bingo Jokes Novels & Stories

Some had almost flipped over their pots and pans. Belladonna chuckled and Alaris smirked. The reaction should be the other way around but they would play off to the point that it would be taken for a joke. "What do you think I was?" He bumped his shoulder against one of them and the man almost choked. "A--a Tuna?" They laughed. "Don't be stupid," another said and tried again. Soon, it became a joke, everyone trying to outdo the other with their ridiculous ideas. Guesses around the cooking fire, singing at the food serving, and exchanging of plates at the tasting.

The air crackled with their adrenaline and camaraderie, their anticipation for the upcoming game contagious. As I pushed my way through the crowd, one guy jeered, "Hey, look at Shorty over here! What's your sport, little man? Mini-golf?" Laughter erupted around me. Another chimed in, "More like the Elf Olympics!" Their laughter felt like a punch to the gut, but I wasn't surprised. I already knew my height would be another point of contention I'd have to deal with here. Trying to mask my discomfort, I shot back, "You know what they say about us little guys, right? We're like ninjas, here one moment, gone the next." Their laughter only grew louder, echoing loudly in my ears.

“Shouldn’t he be stockpiling food?” “He’s got two hundred cans of kidney beans buried all around the cabin, apparently.” Bing swore under his breath. “Him and his buddies have some kind of club. This is what happens when the city cuts funding for the senior center. Too much time on too many old geezers’ hands. Like I needed something else to worry about. None of them can see worth a damn. Running around in the woods with guns.” He closed his eyes for a second and rubbed his eyelids. “Maybe we could offer bingo night here at the station.” Jack tried to lighten the mood.

Ask for forgiveness. “Ah…” I braced my arms on the pulpit, pushing it forward a little. “If I start crying, someone just walk up and give me a hard slap,” I said earning a few laughs yet again. Ludo couldn’t do jokes today, seeing as he’s the family jokester. It was up to me uphold that. “But then you’d have to be quick because I’ll slap you back if it hurts,” more laughter.

“I thought it was rather punny.” I let out a low, frustrated groan. “Wonderful. I have to deal with two men who like cringe jokes,” I complain unhappily. Why can’t men tell normal jokes for a change? Do they all have to be dad-jokes? As soon as I spot Jay finally coming around the corner, I follow along and wait for him to notice the Sorcerer next to us. Jay gives me a confused look, then shifts his attention to Bucky. As the two of us meet up with Jay at the cabin, Jay asks, “is this lunch or the Sorcerer?”

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.

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"

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.”

I asked. Why was everyone acting like they’d never seen games before? It’s as if they were kids talking about a birthday party coming up. “Games are just a nickname for f*cked up pranks and activities. They spin the ‘wheel of fortune’ and whatever it lands on, that’s the event for the night. For example, if it lands on ‘games of chance’, then they’ll play something like bingo or roulette. If they decide on bingo, the spectators write up a bingo chart for the players to do.” Leilani replied.

"Jamie boy and taking risks. It won't be long till she finds out you're not genuine." "Not if I pretend to be someone else," I defended. Marco laughed again. "I'll bet a thousand dollars in team heattie boy." "Team what?" I looked at him in astonishment and disgust. "Team heattie boy. Or should I say, JEATHER," he burst out laughing... again. "HEAME," Enzo chuckled. "You two fuck off." I stiffened up. These two were just the worse kind of people when it came to jokes. They were bad and terrible.