Clean Jokes Stories Novels & Stories

Ademola attempted another joke but this one didn't sell. "Guy, that was fücking dry na." Kayode grimaced disapprovingly at Ademola who wouldn't stop laughing at his own dry joke. "Dude, stop laughing. The joke didn't make any sense fa." Ayomide chided and Ademola stopped laughing for once. Henry kissed his teeth and plopped back down to his bed, laying on it as he stared at the ceiling of their room.

Where all the confidence came from before I have no idea but I suddenly feel very naked. “Yeah, I wasn’t quite ready to meet the chain of my life so I thought that I would try breaking out of these first” He states. My head whips toward him as I arch my eyebrow wondering what he meant. When the joke finally hits me I guffaw with laughter as I brace my hands on my hips. He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I laugh harder than before. “That was a terrible joke” I say through my chuckling. “Oh yeah, I’ve been wracking up jokes to tell you for the last year. You just wait because they are going to get so much worse” He says as he smiles at me.

I rolled his eyes, "...Laugh all you want it's true" She couldn't breathe after laughing so hard her back looked like it hurt a bit, Just then the nurse came by and saw her laughing so hard and asked, "What's so funny dear?" Shit, she isn't supposed to know since she's human. "I was just telling her a joke to cheer her up ma'am" "May I hear it?' Shiiiiit

He murmured, ruefully. I badly didn't want to see him sad anymore. "Jokes could help.You can tell me jokes" "Jokes"He said more to himself as if thinking of something up. "Well, I think I heard this somewhere,I don't really remember how it starts or ends but the punch line is...'Get lost,you old cargo'!" I grimaced. "So am I supposed to laugh to an half joke?" He pouted."I'm an hopeless joke teller" I couldn't stop myself from laughing not because of his half joke but because of how hopeless he looked.

“Uncle Jerry, do you know any more jokes?” I glanced over at Iris, half-expecting her to shoot me down again, but she didn’t say anything. So, I leaned in toward Lyra, lowering my voice conspiratorially. “Alright, alright, here’s a good one. Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Lyra’s eyes widened with curiosity. “Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts!” I said with a wink, and Lyra burst out laughing, her giggles contagious as Logan joined in, even though he probably didn’t get the joke.

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.

She says this every time I try my best to crack a joke, no matter how dope I drop the joke she still invalidates my capability just because it’s an hour for her to understand the joke. "What? I'm serious I don't really know his name and Johnny seems fitting and close to a janitor, right?" "Ugh, but seriously though, what type of girl bones the school janitor? Is she like out of dick or something?" I can imagine Yhannie rolling her eyeballs from behind me. "She has a dick drought" I cracked trying my best not to laugh, but Yhannie followed through with the loudest laugh, and we both filled the room with nothing but laughter.

“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.

My smile widened as I mindlessly took off my jacket setting it down on the leather seat. I clung to Dalton chatting with him as Enzo thought it was the time for the like of the day as he called it. It was one of those stupid habits that we had going on as kids and it kinda stuck with us and Enzo was the one with the shittiest and corniest jokes. I braced myself to hear one of his dad jokes, Dalton was holding in his laugh at the eager look on his brother's face already. "What do you call a joke without a punchline?"

Jim chuckles, adding his own twist to the tale, "Well, speaking of rain, I remember this one time when our family camping trip turned into a muddy adventure. We ended up making the best mud pies, and Mom was not happy about it!" Jonathan, intrigued, leans in and shares, "Rain seems to be the theme tonight. You know, back in college, there was this legendary prank involving a rain machine. Let me tell you, that story still makes me laugh." Laughter echoes through the room as we dive into one amusing story after another. The living room, once a serene space, now resonates with the joyous sound of shared narratives. Each tale unfolds like a piece of a puzzle, contributing to the colorful mosaic