Book Of Fat Jokes Novels & Stories

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

The Fat guy chuckled, “It seems the Academe Department has really sharp tongue! So confident, your department always mocking us in our knowledge but unfortunately in this situation, physical strength will win! Hand us that girl and we will forget what you said.” Zitrey snickered, “You're a fool.” She pointed to the person beside her and said. “This person is a man.” With Zitrey's words, the Owl logo guy was in shock. He can't even move away from his gaze to the person beside him. “Did I heard him wrong? This big bro didn't think of me as a girl?” “Hah?! What kind of joke are you saying?” the Fat guy said in confusion. “Are you blind? You can't even see that beauty beside you? How come she's

He deliberately said, “Oh no, oh no, I’ve turned into a big fatty.” “You’ve only gained a few pounds compared to before. It’s not a bad thing. Don’t act like the sky is falling.”

But Edith signed, “We know, stupid.” We stared at the Petrified Fatma who unwarily kept dancing like a fowl, but Agnes did not even to bother to hold her laugh, and it made Edith and I rung with laughter too. “It is not funny guys, I said help!” Fatma complained. For a timid girl she sure had a loud mouth. “Stay still. We can’t help you if you keep dancing like a chicken.” I told her. Agnes imitated her, but included, a “Bok, bok, bok!” sound, and it seemed that it was necessary to add a “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”, so I did.

Everyone in Maslow high school knew that if they were having a bad day, all they needed to do was poke my nose or watch me walk so they could laugh. Not one laughter but multiple Snickers and jokes filled my ears as I walked past them. I didn't blame them for laughing. I was wearing a long flare skirt that went below my knees. My top was tight, barely covering my fat stomach, and I was sweating. To be honest, I looked like an old oversized grandmother living on a ranch. As I hurried my pace praying for my luck, I felt the fat under my arm shaking even more. " Boom, boom, big show, boom shakalalla," someone joked.

From the annoying high tone of the voice I could already tell who it was. "Adaeze" I said in a small voice. "Still haven't learnt to talk out ehn? Fatty" She teased with a bold smirk, her two friends behind her Runke and Hadiza released low chuckles clearly finding amusement in their friend making fun of me. "My name is not Fatty" I muttered lowly. She only laughed "Ehn but you are fat na, so the name fits perfectly" I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. You promised yourself you won't let it get to you anymore Rica.

“You have called me stupid on multiple occasions, told me I lack brain cells and what else.” “It was all a joke!” Christian defended his actions, but maybe if he never made those jokes in the first place, we wouldn’t have been here. “And I’ve never laughed, not once,” I told him. “Jokes are supposed to be funny.”

I can't tell the last time I talked to someone like this. “That's a lie! It would be better if you minimize eating heavy meals instead. Take lots of water and fruits.” she patted my shoulders. “You also have too much fat in you, but minimizing how you eat will quit producing more fats and the ones in you will gradually subside.” I nodded. Since I have lots of fat in me, then I need to go for surgery and get it out before anything I do will take effect on me. Even if I exercise or train, it won't burn down the fats completely.

He says in between laughs. “You have no idea. I’m yet to find anyone who eats greasy and fatty foods like she does. Aria can power through junk food like it’s her only source of energy. And the worst part, she has the body of a supermodel, there isn’t a trace of fat to be found anywhere on her body. It’s the world’s greatest mystery, I tell you.” He just continues to laugh, and I roll my eyes and hit his arm. “Stop laughing, it’s annoying and frustrating and...and ugh, annoying!” The guy doesn’t stop laughing, rather he seems to laugh harder, clutching his stomach as he hunches over and laughs hard. “Was it by mistake that you repeated annoying twice, or was it just for emphasis?” He says be

VINCE "Joy has a habit of talking to herself?" Mum asked, her voice cracking because of her laughter. I nodded, "She does. A lot." Joy couldn't stop laughing either and neither could Richard. For the past half an hour, every one of us brought up stories that had our stomachs hurting. "Well, it's not weird at all. Richard here has a habit of farting when he's nervous." Ri immediately retorted, “Now, that’s very embarrassing.”