Clown Jokes Novels & Stories

I heard the man who caught my neck a few seconds earlier, laughing clutching onto his stomach. "Damn, I-I can't. Why are you so funny hahaha" Anastacius laughed like a maniac while I stood there staring at him with my mouth wide open. "Y-You why are you so dumb?" He tried hard to let his words out between his laughter. And still I didn't say anything but stood there staring at him. Why do I feel like I've been a clown this whole time. 2 min, 3 mins, 10 min, 15 minutes and 30 min. I stood there staring at him like an owl and he still kept laughing while pointing his finger at me making me remember that I'm not a human anymore. I've become a clown.

One minute he had a deep frown on his face, and the next, he burst into laughter and was guffawing. What the? Jason's laughs reached the heavens, the melodic symphony causing me to scrunch up my face in confusion. Why was he laughing? Did I say or do something funny? “You're a clown, do you know that?” It became as clear as day that he was laughing at me, and I couldn't help the wave of shame that filled me up. “A disgusting clown.” With another round of laughter, Jason disappeared again, like he hadn't just embarrassed me and ruined my very existence in this school.

Then someone in the crowd sneered, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that must be Sophia's sugar daddy. Showed up to defend her. She's not picky, is she. She'll take a guy in his fifties." The crowd erupted. Some covered their mouths, laughing. Others joined in openly. "Yeah, I heard she doesn't care about age. Maybe this old man's a regular too." The dean's expression tightened. He turned sharply toward the crowd. "All of you–shut your mouths!" He glanced at my injuries, his voice urgent.

“Is that supposed to be funny?” “No, you’re right. But I am sure you are going to find a great job really soon.” she tried to comfort me. After a while during I was having a chat with MC I heard a loud noise coming from up stairs. “What is that?” I asked her. She answered “Dad came home today to see us. I am sure you can guess what happened next.” I got confused. This was the third time this week when MR. Clown came to see MC and Noah and started arguing with their mom.

"Alright. Alright. Hold your horses. So the game we are going to play is called a guessing game. How it works is that I get to demonstrate something, anything at all, then you get to guess what that thing is. Do you understand?" Finn shot to his feet. "Uh huh. I understand. Look. I'll do something now." Finn proceeded to pull the most fearful faces while we all gaped at him. When he was done, he looked at us expectantly. When no one said anything, he said a little impatiently, "I just demonstrated a clown." We all burst into laughter. Freya collapsed on the floor, laughing her head off. "That was a clown?" she cried in between gales of laughter. "I'm laughing so hard I want to pee."

I say with my voice almost breaking down before deciding to man up again. I expect storming questions from Marcel but all I get is a burst of raging laughter, I stand fixed to a spot really furious as to what he's up to and how he does things. "I'm being serious here" Image to without raising my voice, the situation is becoming embarrassing as marvel won't stop laughing. "I know right, you ….." he breaks into laughter, he laughs some more before placing himself on my sofa with his hands pressed against his torso. "I need to know why you make me into a clown and this into some sort of joke" I mutter.

He had Success strapped to him with a blue wrapper, as he made dozens of funny faces that did nothing to abate her tears. “What are you doing?” I asked in disbelief. He looked at me with a smirk. “I’m playing daddy, what else?” A soft smile touched my lips and expanded as I watched him try to soothe Success. Oh, my baby wasn’t making it easy for the man. “Don’t you dare laugh.” He grumbled. I waved my hands frantically in front of me. This was too good. Antonio belonged in a comedy room and not right here with me. He was beyond hilarious. An African clown. It looked so good and completely strange at that moment.

I asked, getting irritated by their insipid jokes. “What slave girl are you talking about? The one who appears to be the group leader said. “Have you been smoking weed” another asked. “You look like you need help” the skinny one added. “Stop it!” I screamed at the four of them, I was getting frustrated with their stupid pranks. Are they trying to drive me nuts, what was with all the clownish attitude?

’’ Adamie clasped his palms together. ‘‘I’m definitely getting the booze!’’ Andy said. ‘‘Drunk mofo,’’ Adamie replied, ‘‘Y’all remember that time Andy’ got so drunk at Brian’s party then he puked on the buff DJ and got his ass beat?’’ All of them apart from Andy burst into laughter. ‘‘Well, I’m better than fat Robert who passed out after taking two Oxycontine pills then got a dick drawn on his plumpy cheeks.’’ Andy defended.

The youngest of the children came and spoke intelligibly, " Uhummmmmmm, mommy, hurum?" Clara laughed as she finished her joke, and even then Otávio didn't laugh. " Did you get the joke?” " Yes. The youngest had a brick fall on his head at birth, right?” " Yes, " Clara still laughed. " And this is a joke? The baby had serious problems, and by the looks of it, sequels.”