Clown Jokes Novels & Stories

He adjusted his shirt and smirked. "I popped my balloon because she's too confident for someone who looks like that. I mean, humility is attractive. You can't be built like a truck and act like a Ferrari." The crowd oohed and the men on the line chuckled quietly. "Coming from you that's so funny. What is it that you do again? Stand-up comedian? If not, you should try it. You're a natural clown. Next please." I flipped my hair again and followed the hostess.

“Good hunting.” She and Cali threaded their way toward the bar, drawing lots of looks, but managing to make it across the room without being stopped. One guy in a clown costume tried to engage them, moving smoothly into their path and pointing down at Leesa's foot. “Hey, great wound,” he said. “Cut yourself shaving?” He doubled over, guffawing in exaggerated clown laughter at his joke.

“Clownophobia, coulrophobia. Sounds similar, though.” Her words were light, and it couldn't be more obvious what her intentions were. They all laughed, and her smile brightened at how easily the moment lightened.

The laugh became too much, they ran out of the place hurriedly. “Badass” I murmured, laughing loudly. “That was hell of a comedy, who is gonna go next!” Atlene mouthed, everyone laughed, No one agreed to participate in the food competition after the comedy Annabel and Luke displayed. “Let's move to the Next game which is spotlight, imma gonna explain, I know some of you didn't graduate from college” Atlene uttered, Everyone burst out laughing so loud. He is a clown, this guy is so funny.

I tell him m with a grunt. “A joke. I understand you're sad that I want to stay away but can you refrain from calling our relationship a joke?" The chuckles turn into full blown laughter. Well someone is happy with women. Why would he not? “You are an idiot." “Okay now you are just jealous." And they laugh again. There is nothing remotely funny about this clown so I do not understand what they keep laughing at. “Can you be serious for once? I need to ask you about something."

She frowned and asked, “Who are you? Why did you capture us?” Clown smiled and said, “Because I am your future husband! Oh, let me introduce myself, my name is Quincy Zoppins, my alias is Clown.”

“I'm just wondering what's going on, I mean we saw each other a few days ago. Why would you drive six hours just to bring me flowers?” Clifford let's out a mocking version of a laugh, mystifying me. “You can't be serious baby,” I shrug and he nods, letting out another laugh. At this point, I'm eager to know just what it is that is funny here. I hit his arm playfully and he feigned pain, “Come on, you can't suck a man's dick like you're sucking on candy and expect him not to follow you around like a lost pup.” I try to swallow the laugh that tickles the back of my throat but it rips through me with a force.

"Kaiden and Roman would have such a field day if they ever heard me telling something like that." "Well, good thing I'm not a dad. Hey, do you want to hear a joke about construction? I'm still working on it." I choke on my own saliva in an effort to groan louder than Dad, but I have to admit mom's lame jokes are taking my mind off the stinging pain and desire in my body. "Then there's the one about the clown who visited his cousin in Austra—" Dad opens his mouth to cut her off, but he's interrupted by a loud banging on the front door.

"Did Vanessa say that the chairman's daughter is a kept mistress? That's the biggest joke I've ever heard!" Right then, Terrence couldn't hold it in any longer and finally let out a cold laugh. "You idiots. This branch office has been losing money year after year. Headquarters has been wanting to investigate for a long time! "If Ms. Monroe hadn't hidden her identity and come down here to dig into your shady accounts herself, how much longer did you think you could keep fooling everyone? "You sure have some nerve making Ms. Monroe serve you coffee, fetch you water, and take the blame for you. How many heads do you think you have to lose?"

Martin laughed, "Imagine the day I die. What would you do without me?" "Make a mold out of your dick and use it. Not that there is anything special about you then that." I said, in a joking manner. "Clara—" His face turned into a scowl with my remarks. This time, I giggled and placed my hands against his face to bring him back down. "I'm joking, I'm joking."