Clean Funny Joke Stories Novels & Stories

What else a person can crave for. As soon as I took my medicines, I visited them. They are as funny as tom and Jerry. Uncle was searching for some sweets, without being caught from aunty , I was trying hard to control my laughter. They are the most hilarious couple of the world, no one can be more hilarious then them. I was observing all this when uncle found a sweet on the lower shelf and as soon as aunty saw this, she immediately grabbed uncle's ears. " ahhh, mah lady it hurts".

he offered, his voice friendly, disarming. He didn't seem threatening, just a little shy. He started to talk, a low, easy stream of words, pointing out constellations, then transitioning to stories about the mischievous squirrels that terrorized his flowerbeds. He seemed intent on lightening the mood, his voice a balm in the quiet night. He told a joke about a talking shrub that kept giving bad dating advice to the statues. It was a silly, innocent joke, completely out of place in this world of dark secrets and dangerous ambitions, and to my surprise, a genuine, unbidden laugh bubbled up from within me.

He said it in a childish tone. "Oh really, but I though your name was Caleb." Jazz replied playing along. "Oh no, I am not Caleb. He disturbs people who want to be left alone but ME, I am Mr. Laughter people enjoy my company." "Oh really?" "Yes." He said it continuing the same innocent tone in his voice. "Shall I tell you a joke?" "Please go on." "Once there was an old man who died at a very young age hahaha..." He ended his short joke with his own laughter

My sundress clung to my skin from the humidity, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how my nipples had stayed hard since the pool earlier. Tyler grinned wide, already slurring a bit as he slammed back the fresh drink. “Nah, baby, we’re celebrating! Honeymoon rules. Kyle, remember that time in college when you got so fucked up you tried to piss in the RA’s fridge?” He burst out laughing, loud enough that heads turned at nearby tables, slapping his brother on the arm. Kyle leaned back in his chair, that cocky smirk never leaving his face, his eyes locked on me across the table like he could see straight through my dress.

Henry's hands had been tied in a harsh knot, and he was not taken seriously in the slightest. When he woke up, he heard a group of people telling dirty jokes in the car and laughing from time to time. "These rich people are so fun to play with. They think we're stupid, but you're smart, Boss! All you did was dangle some bait, and they fell for it—hook, line, and sinker!" one of the men said in a low voice.

Everyone’s interest captured, their eyes ping-ponged back and forth, trying to pick up on the joke. “Are you two done making inside jokes?” Rick chimed in. “Yep, we are done,” I answered, smiling sweetly at him. “And don’t be jealous. It’s not a good look on you. We can’t help that we are so much cooler and funnier than you.” “Babe, you haven’t seen my funny yet,” he retorted. “Oh, I have, and it’s not that funny.” “Then can you ladies tell me what’s so funny?” he demanded to know with a boyish smile.

he replied with a big sigh. It was at least a good hour before the jokes settled down. It would've ended sooner, but someone downloaded an app to combine their photos to see what their children would look like and the jokes started all over again. Eventually, they got bored and moved on to other things; the occasional joke did come up, but it was mild in comparison to what they had to hear before. Krista and Cameron both made jokes of their own so they could at least be part of the joke and show it doesn't bother them.

The naughty boys back in their youth won’t dare crack a joke at her expense. Tess noticed his telling smile and asked what could be so funny that he couldn’t contain his grin. Hugh welcomely took her question, responding by letting it out and turning his smile into a laugh. Then he threw the punchline he’d been damn wanting to release. “They must be calling you ‘Lord of the Jungle Greens’.” While trying to keep the seriousness in her face upon entering the room, the punchline caused her to give in to the sudden lightness of the mood in the room. She acknowledged, “That’s not a bad joke, Hugh. You have sharpened your sense of humor I guess.”

I lied, wiping my face quickly with the back of my hand. He stayed. The rest of the night turned into something completely unexpected. Silas sat next to me on the couch and started telling ridiculous stories about his past jobs. He made terrible jokes. He mocked Julian's expensive suits and his arrogant attitude. For the first time in weeks, I actually laughed out loud. He cheered me up effortlessly. "You have a very strange sense of humor," I told him, laughing at his latest joke about a botched delivery run. "It works on you," he pointed out. He shifted closer to me. "You look much better when you smile."

On matriculation day, I carried my acceptance letter to the campus grounds to register alone. But before I could cross the threshold, the guards drove me back into the street with their anti-riot forks. Humiliated and bewildered, I reached for my phone to call my childhood friend, Daisy Reid. A sharp laughter rippled through the receiver. “Violet, are you truly that blind behind those glasses? The letter you swept off the desk was a forgery I mocked up. Your actual one is still sitting at home.” Panicked, I hastily booked a return ticket and hurried back to search for my letter. I scoured the house for hours, turning up nothing. Just then, Daisy’s personalized ringtone sang out from my palm.