Chemistry Jokes Novels & Stories

She hissed, “we need to leave immediately!” “Alright, alright.” I patted her arm. “I’ll just get the eggplants.” I turned and beamed widely at the worried girl. “Have you seen a brinjal this big and shiny?! It’s like—.” “A cock soaked in cum,” someone said. What...? My face feel deadpanned as it swivelled up to voice. An elderly man in Einstein’s age and appearance was bellowing in laughter at his own dirty joke, his round belly shaking uncontrollably.

"Did Vanessa say that the chairman's daughter is a kept mistress? That's the biggest joke I've ever heard!" Right then, Terrence couldn't hold it in any longer and finally let out a cold laugh. "You idiots. This branch office has been losing money year after year. Headquarters has been wanting to investigate for a long time! "If Ms. Monroe hadn't hidden her identity and come down here to dig into your shady accounts herself, how much longer did you think you could keep fooling everyone? "You sure have some nerve making Ms. Monroe serve you coffee, fetch you water, and take the blame for you. How many heads do you think you have to lose?"

Jasmine said. "Hold on, hold on! I've got a joke that might lighten the caloric guilt. Why don't scientists trust atoms?" Jonathan said with a pause before adding, "Because they make up everything!" "Just when I thought I had heard your corniest joke," Florence said and rolled her eyes. The others burst into laughter, their mirth contagious, which made Clare smile. "Okay, I got another one," the young earl said. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?... Well, because he was outstanding in his field!"

“That guy's breath stinks like rotten potatoes.” If I wasn't so occupied with playing detective for the man who got my best friend knocked up, then I probably would have laughed hard at the joke. But I continued my list, naming every man I could remember Ashley ever dating or briefly mentioning. With each guess, I was met with a denial, a chuckle or an amusing laughter.

“Don’t you mean fangtastic?” “I most assuredly do not.” His face was now stern. I rolled my eyes. “OK, got it. Dick jokes are OK but vampire jokes are not. Touchy much?” His mouth was drawn in a thin line “Funny jokes are acceptable. Others should be met with the derision they deserve.” There was a pregnant pause and all silly jokes and puns rushed out of my head, so I settled for rolling my eyes at him as I jumped off the bar stool instead. “Do you have anyone you need to let know you’ll be away?” he asked

I arched a brow. “Then I guess I have to name all 193 countries.” He smiled tight-lipped. “Don’t worry, I’m patient.” I fork my food as I kept staring at him while he does the same, “You’re really not going to leave me alone, are you?” “Nope.” He pops the P. “Alright, this knock knock joke is going to make you pee.” I placed my fork don to be attentive, “Okay, let’s hear it.” “How to make a tissue dance?” He smirks at me.

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.”

“Hey, no brooding. This is an adventure, not a prison sentence. Let me distract you.” She turned to him, her expression wary. “What are you going to do? Tell me one of your terrible jokes?” “You wound me,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “But yes. Absolutely.” He cleared his throat, adopting a serious tone. “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Riele blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts.” The joke was terrible. Absolutely awful. But Riele burst into laughter anyway, the tension in her chest breaking apart with each giggle. Jay grinned, triumphant, as if her joy were his greatest victory.

Anderson's Smart Watch, which was now used in time manipulation was waiting anxiously to be fastened around the wrist. Anderson turned around, casually, then asked with a sarcastic smile, “Quick quiz, in what year did Mrs. Simpson, AKA my mum, die?” “I never believed Anderson could make up a joke with that, he could beat one who casually joked about his mum to stupor and yet this?” Harrison said with wide eyes to Joce. “There's a reason for everything, I guess,” she replied. Turning to Harry, she said, “It's called a ‘time joke’, right Andy?”

he says after a few minutes, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, “I’m really good at cheering people up. You wanna let me try?” “I don’t think anything is going to fix how I feel right now, Jack.” “Challenge accepted.” He grins, turning to look at me briefly. “Okay. What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?” I raise an eyebrow. “What?” “Sofishticated.” I burst out laughing, shaking my head. It was so stupid and so terrible, but it worked. “See?” He laughs, clearly proud of himself. “Told you I’m magic. One bad joke and you’re already smiling.”