Clean Humor Stories Novels & Stories

When he did, he felt Roy gradually relaxing against him as well, his back curving naturally to his chest. “Tell me the joke,” he murmured into his ears. His voice was hesitant when he said, “Are you sure?” “Yes.” He cleared his throat. “So, there were three guys stranded on an island. Jack, Jim, and John.” A smirk pulled the corners of his lips, without him opening his eyes. The women he’d been forced to be with would never make a joke like this. It would be something else, something witty, mocking even, and most importantly, sophisticated. Or naughty—anything to impress him.

“Viv, what’s going on with you? What are you laughing about?” She kept laughing until tears rolled down her cheeks. She wiped the corners of her eyes continuously and tried to suppress her laughter to tell him, “I was joking with you. I heard a joke from my colleague today. She spoke about how fiancées are proposing break-ups with their fiancés. The fiancés answer with all sorts of strange replies. As a result, we made a pact to try it out with our partners when we got home.”

“Fair enough. Just… don’t let nowhere steal too much of your time.” Hours passed. They worked side by side, and though the problems were dense, Ethan had a way of making them feel lighter. He filled the quiet with ridiculous stories; exaggerated tales of grad school mishaps, of a research partner who once tried to dry a hard drive in a microwave, of the time he fell asleep in a lecture and woke up giving a presentation he didn’t remember agreeing to. Leah found herself laughing more than once, even shaking her head as she tried to focus. “You know,” she said, lips twitching, “you sound less like a researcher and more like a stand-up comedian.”

he joked, scrolling through the channels until he found a comedy show. We settled on the couch, the room dim except for the warm glow of the lamp beside us. It was easy being with him always felt easy. No pressure, no tension. Just comfort. He began telling me a ridiculous story from the station; a cameraman chasing away a seagull that kept landing on a prop during a live shoot and I burst out laughing. “No! You’re lying!” “I swear! Ask Emmett,” he insisted, laughing with me. “The bird was determined to be a star.”

He stated his boundaries, making Cam and I laugh lightly. "Fine." "So Cam, I've got new jokes for you." "Alright, let's hear them." "Knock knock." "Who's there?" "The interrupting cow." "Did you get that joke from the cartoon 'Home'?" Cam laughed. "Gee, I hoped you wouldn't know it." Rodney clapped his forehead and we all laughed.

If she moved, he might lose it. “Are you done?” There was only silence. “Nolan, can I tell you a joke? I promise that you’ll calm down.” She heard ‘OK’ from behind her, with a hint of curiosity in his voice. “A cube of sugar was walking toward the North Pole, and when it got there, it felt really cold and was frozen solid, so it became rock sugar.” Nolan was rendered speechless. The woman excitedly continued. “I have another one. A cabbage started to strip while it walked, and after a few steps, it disappeared!”

It wasn't just me who heard what Hubert Lock said. His parents heard them too. Laidman Lock immediately raised a hand and smacked Hubert lightly on the arm, irritation creeping into his voice. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Who jokes with their wife like that?" Michelle Lock quickly patted the back of my hand and comforted me softly. "Crystal, don't take it to heart. It's April Fools' Day, isn't it? Hubert was just being thoughtless and making a joke."

He asked, signaling the bartender. We found a small table near the bar, and soon enough, we were deep in conversation, the minutes flying by effortlessly. Liam had this way of making me feel at ease, like I could let my guard down without worrying about judgment. He told me funny stories about his early days at the company, including an embarrassing incident with a photocopier that left me clutching my stomach with laughter. “You’re kidding,” I said between laughs, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. “I wish I were,” he said, grinning. “But no, I really did trip over the cord and send about a hundred copies of my butt flying through the office. Needless to say, I double-check all cords

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

Hamza jokes . But destiny made it reality ……. We were both laughing entering the house … " We enjoyed it a lot today," I said. " Correction you enjoyed a lot today men never enjoy shopping " he complain " Shut up! " I smack his arm. Just then we heard Meerab screaming . We saw her leg twisted when she coming downstairs I immediately ran toward her " Are you okay Meerab" I immediately came to her side with Humza " Yeah I am fine " she lied , but the pain was clearly visible in her face before I could scold her. Saad beat me to it .