Book Of Fat Jokes Novels & Stories

Chocolate, beef jerky, sugar candy, sponge cake, customs, dried meat, chocolate chip candy, fruit jelly, shrimp snack, so many small bags in the iron box, no wonder it was so heavy, it turned out to be full of food these ones! Ken finally showed his expression now, he opened his mouth a little in surprise, then glanced at the pretty Peter in front of him, then looked at the box again, then said to a girl, "No wonder I'm so fat, I could eat so much food!" Peter bared his teeth and turned his head to scream, “I'm not fat! I'm a chubby baby! The chubby kid will understand or not!" Ken looked at him, and nodded slowly, “Got it…so you're a big kid…”

I pacified him and that made him cheer up as he thumped around in my head making me chuckle inwardly. “So this is your mate huh ? How pathetic’, Zang continued wickedly and taunted San. “Really San. I am amazed how do you even put up with his enormous flab and tiny weiner or is it that you have to top him all the time ?” Zang laughed even more wildly at his own jokes. Why the fuck does everyone assume that I have a small weiner ? It is not even scientific. Uneducated assholes.

Just emptiness. It terrified me more than the rejection itself. “Are you still there?” I whispered into the storm. No answer. My vision blurred again. Maybe she hated me too. Maybe she blamed me for ruining our only chance. A bitter, broken laugh escaped my lips. “My toxic trait is being fat.”

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.

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

I nodded. She laughed. I don't really understand what's so funny. Being around them makes me feel like a clown. Julia was the one who always kept them in check. "Sorry for laughing," Vivian said. "Actually, I know someone who sells something like that. A friend of mine has seen a lot of testimonies from her customers. Maybe you should give it a try." "Really?" My eyes sparkled with delight. "Yeah. And it's not even expensive. In just three months, you'll start watching all that fat disappear. You'll be slender like me—though you might need to fix the saggy skin afterward."

“I’m not boring. Your mother doesn’t find me boring, do you, Katy?” Katy looked at me with a not-so-subtle wink. “Never.” “You laugh at my jokes! You love my stories!” he protested, looking aghast. Matthew snorted. “It’s habit, Dad. Face it. Boring. I’m telling you—you’re not all that and a bag of potato chips.” I tried not to laugh at Richard’s expression. Jaxson was smirking, trying to hide his amusement. Reed was shoveling eggs into his mouth like a starved man, concealing his grin.

“I won’t be able to fit into my clothes if I become fat.” “And they’ll have more stuff to poke fun at.” The girl put on a high-pitched voice to imitate how Jill and Queenie had sounded when they laughed at her. “Look at that country bumpkin! Not only does she look like a nerd, but she’s fat too! She’s just like a potato!” Elijah laughed as he watched her imitate them. The man smiled as he raised a hand to ruffle her hair. “You aren’t a potato.” “You are… a lemon.”

Rachel said seriously. Sigrid also frowned seriously. "Let me tell you, don't ever believe men's words. Men are big fat liars. They say it's better to be a little fatter, but their concept of fat is different from ours. In their eyes, being curvy is having certain parts of the body that should be fat and thin. In fact, it's actually referring to skinny girls with big breasts and a big butt."

“What’s wrong? Why are you pouting?” I crossed my arms, my lips pressing together stubbornly. “I’m fat.”