Book Of Fat Jokes Novels & Stories

I didn't want him to be angry. "Now! let the show begin." Hawk said, eyeing me. The guys begin to cheer me up mockingly. "Are you sure this is a good idea, just check out the shape of her body. isn't that fat I see." One of the guys said. I bowed my head, fat? I stared at my feet. I have been really eating a lot nowadays cause I get hungry a lot. "Yo dude! Malcolm is right, the freak is getting fat. Her arm is like twice of my own." Another guy said, the last statement made all the guys burst into laughter.

Just now, the face of the beer belly fat man became very ugly, and he no longer showed his arrogance. This wave of slapping was cruel enough, and it slapped him in the face. Just a minute ago, the fat man with a beer belly yelled that Allen must be pretending to be forced. But they immediately swiped his card and slapped him in the face with the thought that he has a lot of money! For a moment, people's eyes were full of sarcasm when they looked at the fat man with a beer belly. Didn't you just say that his card didn’t have money?

Leesa had to give the guy credit. He didn’t seem to let the catcalls and groans bother him. He either had the thickest skin in the world, or he thought the derision was in some twisted way an approval of his act. His jokes were new, but were equally as dumb as the last time. She wondered if he wrote the stuff himself or got it from some website—stupidjokes.com, maybe.

His eyes went wide. “Shit… are you joking? Grumpy. If it is… it’s the worst joke I’ve ever heard.” Fatty Bao called out to Duke Tian Dong with a solemn face. “Do I look like a person who likes to joke?” Duke Tian Dong asks annoyingly. As for Azanah, She’s curious about what that document was written about, and why does it make Fatty Bao become like that. So she picked a copy that was in front of her and read.

I said, taking a slice. He laughed. “Then maybe you should start going to the gym.” I froze mid-bite and looked at him slowly. “Are you saying I’m fat?” “What? No, come on, you’re perfect,” he said immediately, hands half-raised in surrender. “But you just told me to gym,” I pressed, pretending to frown. “Because you complained about junk food, baby!” he said, sounding genuinely confused now. I burst into laughter, nearly choking on the pizza. “I was only joking!”

"Ohh.. yea.. Hassie, I have to give her a call. She has missed out on some things" "Babe, what's up". I hopped into her car as she drove towards her house. "I will tell you more. Let's get something on our way. I would love to eat something". She shook her head "you look chubby now. I bet in a week's time, you will be so fat". She said laughing while I glared at her. "Why aren't you laughing? Isn't it funny?" "It is not. You make dry jokes". "Nope, I disagree. It is not funny to you because the joke is directed to you. And you lack a bit of a sense of humor".

Forgiving her was easy, forgetting everything was the difficult part. My thoughts were broken when my cousin entered my room. “Hey fatso.” he chuckled throwing a pillow towards my direction. Man, I swear I lost 2kgs. I don't even think I look bubbly how. Then why Fatso? “I'm not fat and even if I am, then it's ok. Being fat isn't a problem.” I defended. “Oh oh oh, girl calm down. I was joking.” He said raising his hands in surrender. “Why are you here?” I asked not wanting him to taunt me on any other thing.

"We can ask for a bag and put the food in to eat later! After all, I already had breakfast; my little stomach won't be able to swallow all that food!" Steve scowled at my words. "Are you sure your belly is small? I bet there's a lot of fat stuck in there!" Steve spoke lightly. Fat? Didn't he know that mentioning fat to women was annoying? "Steve," I called softly. "Yes?" "You make me want to stuff any fat in your goddamn mouth!" Hearing my annoyance, Steve even laughed with satisfaction. He didn't even feel guilty after calling me. "I'm just kidding! Relax, I'm sure there's no fat on your belly; maybe it's stuck to your calves? Ah, or maybe in your arms? You can check later!"

"It is clear! You're used to it. He's lived with his fart for thirty-five years..." “Bang?” Ah ha ha ha ha... “What's so funny, Jonas?" Isadora now showed some irritation. “It's funny you say wham. Are you going to write that in the next book? 'Milk was the culprit of Jonas' fart. It's over'. Ha ha ha ha…” Jonas didn't bother to hold back his laughter anymore.

(fat god) "You have a harem? Well, I don't want to taste secondhand sluts from you porky. That would only sully my royal being. hahaha. And from where did you get courage to think that a fat pig such as you could ever enslave me?" (man) the man then let out phenomenal amounts of soul power.