Clean Jokes Stories Novels & Stories

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

“You know, Ruby, we learned a joke yesterday. Want to hear it?” I nod eagerly, intrigued by the joke that has captured their attention. “Alright,” Ethan begins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why don’t grumpy people like corn on the cob?” Playing along, I pretend to ponder the question. “Hmm, I’m not sure. Why don’t they?” “Because they think it’s ‘a-maize-ing’ that anyone could be happy!” Ethan bursts into laughter, and soon, the infectious giggles spread throughout the room.

Dustin did not hold back and rebuked them. The mood in the private room immediately changed. No one expected that Dustin would get mad right away. “Aw, Dustin! You really can’t take a joke,” Gavin said with a frown. “I used to be your senior in high school. I only told the story to liven things up. I didn’t mean to make fun of you. Why are you so pressed?” “That’s right. It’s just a little bit of fun. How are you supposed to socialize with people if you can’t take a joke?” someone said unhappily.

Amy snapped at the guy who immediately did as he was told. “Getting pregnant in college is not only disgusting, it gives this ‘loser vibes’,” one of her friends, the blondie blurted, air quoting the ‘loser vibes’. “It gets nastier when the baby belongs to your stepbrother. I mean, how do you even moan for him?” Everyone laughed like we were in a standup comedy show. Cassie giggled. “I think I know. You say, ‘Ahhh, bro, pound your sister's pussy, give me that family jewel.’” She laughed as she cracked the joke, clutching her stomach as if she was running out of air from laughing excessively.

Max smiles, “You build blanket forts, you tell jokes, you know how to ballroom dance.” “I don’t tell jokes,” I explain. “Chad said you do. Lucy told him some of the jokes. It made them laugh,” Max replies. Curious, he asks, “Could I hear one?” I shake my head, “It was corny jokes to cheer her up is all. It was, “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Things most kids hear on a playground.” Max looks disappointed. Taking a deep breath, I say, “A cheeseburger walks into a bar and orders a beer. The bartender says, “Sorry, we don’t serve food here”.”

They shared old stories from their childhood, laughing until their stomach hurt. Lina shared how she once mistook a hornet’s nest for a piñata. Mira confessed stealing pies from the cooking rack and blamed them on raccoons. Gina talked about a crush she had on a goat-herder when she was ten. Hope laughed soundlessly and made funny faces at Gina about her crush on the goat herder. Laura didn’t care how foolish she looked. She laughed her heart out till tears formed in her eyes. She looked at them and smiled. This was her family. Her real one.

I start with a small giggle on my face. “I spent my day work all day, mmm at my family company” I laugh. “W-what! That was so boring” Z laughs. “Huh, and I got drunk in the middle of the night, in my bedroom floor, and woke up on couch all the time” I end. Both of us laughing because of the story, our faces are getting red because of the laugh. “Oh, my goodness! That’s insane!” Z tried to stop her laughs and leave a little giggle on her face. “Yeah, my life was insane!” I laugh softly.

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.

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.

I was seriously considering sneaking out, but that will definitely attract more attention. Jerry continued, “My roommate was like, 'Sure man, no problem, I'll take the couch. I just want her to be comfortable; she is going through a rough time. She had just had a breakup.' I interrupted him, and the first thing that came out of my mouth was, 'Dibs.' My roommate asked, 'What, the couch?'" The crowd laughed, and I was somewhat shocked; I had heard of comedians altering their experiences to make their stories funny, but I was a bit concerned about where he was going to take this joke.