Clean Jokes Stories Novels & Stories

***** A few days later, Ethan and Alexander sat at the noisiest café near the office, talking as easily as ever. "You can't be serious," Alexander said, near-choking with laughter as Ethan related a particularly embarrassing childhood story. "I wish I were," Ethan said, smiling. "But no, my uncle actually made me wear that ridiculous suit to the fundraiser. I looked like a miniature mob boss." "Well, at least you've got a sense of humor about it," Alexander chuckled, " 'cause most people in your shoes would probably try to bury that type of story." Ethan shrugged. "What's the point? Everybody has embarrassing moments. Besides, more often than not it is good to laugh at oneself."

Now he looked like a hairdresser who had just been told a juicy secret. “So you're telling me that you're on a Journey with your wife to go and save your mate from your wife's wicked mother?” He asked me unable to believe it. I nodded my head and he cackled, slapping the counter. “It's not funny,” I said with a blank face but he didn't stop laughing, instead he laughed harder. “It's not funny to you, obviously. But you don't hear this kind of story on a daily. I'm even more surprised that Heyley agreed. Shouldn't she be wishing you don't get your mate back?” He asked me

"What did the grape say when the elephant stepped on it? Nothing, it just let out a little wine." "Please stop," Ashlyn laughed, covering her face with her hands. "Your jokes are getting worse." "My jokes are berry good, thank you very much." He grinned, clearly proud of himself. "Get it? Berry?" "I'm filing for divorce." "No, you're not. You love my dad jokes." "I tolerate them at best." Richard leaned forward, still holding the strawberry. "What do you call a fake noodle?" "Don't—" "An impasta!" Despite herself, Ashlyn burst out laughing. "That's it. I'm leaving."

Lily's carefree spirit was contagious, bringing a newfound brightness to my room. As Lily and I settled into our conversation, we delved into the world of jokes and stories about Jude and Jade. Lily, with her infectious enthusiasm, shared amusing anecdotes that painted vivid pictures of her older siblings. "So, Katie," Lily began with a mischievous grin, "did you know that Jade once tried to teach Jude to dance? It was like watching a giraffe attempting ballet!" I burst into laughter, picturing the scene in my mind. Lily continued to spin tales, weaving humorous narratives about family dinners, inside jokes, and the playful rivalry between Jude and Jade.

“I once tripped walking into a conference hall. In front of investors. Once though.” He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “And did you recover?” “I pretended it was intentional.” “Of course you did.” Their laughter came easier than she expected. Effortless. Not forced. Not strategic. She told him about a disastrous attempt at cooking local food during one of her business trips. He countered with a story about mistaking a spicy pepper for something mild and paying for it dramatically. “You cried?” she teased. “Briefly,” he said with mock dignity. “But only internally.”

I just kept scrolling through my timeline and conversed with the girls here and there, even though there was a littke dispute at the beginning I was still having a good time and was dying laughing from the stories the guys told. "Then her mom bust in the room, while I was just about to bust a nut; swinging a big ass frying pan i didnt even grab my pants I just jumped out the window forgetting that shit high ass fuck I almost broke a buttcheek" Jon said while everyone was straight rolling I swear almost every nigga got a crazy sex story. Chynna and the twins went to the store to get more marshmallows even though that task only requires one person, but I was happy she was gone cause everyone w

she says, genuinely sounding happy for me. “How was your day?” I ask her, and they both bust out laughing again. I have no idea what is so funny, and as they start to tell me what went on, they are laughing so hard, I can hardly understand them. All I gather is that some older gentlemen came into one of the offices they were cleaning, not realizing they were there, barking about something embarrassing on the phone. Something about not getting the right Viagra dosage delivered or something, and they had to pretend not to hear him, but he saw them, and then it was hilarious somehow. I didn’t understand. Mim says, “You really had to be there.”

An old man with a long beard said and handed me an apple too. “They’re a coward as ever!!” The other men replied and they laughed crazily while drinking their cup of beer. They keep laughing and some of them tell some jokes too so their laughter doesn’t end. I couldn’t help myself but laugh alongside them while hearing the joke they said. “What do you think the baby cow said when he got lost?” Jean asked. One of the men. “What?” We answered in unison. “Maa!!” He said like a cow and even acted like one too made everyone start laughing crazily. I almost fell on my seat laughing but thankfully I balanced myself properly.

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

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