Clown Jokes Novels & Stories

“The poor guy just wants somebody to smell his flower.” The clown perked up immediately. Kael bent down. His nose went right into the center. You could practically see him preparing for the water. His eyes closed. His shoulders tensed. The flower squirted. Unfortunately for Kael, it wasn’t water. The smell hit instantly. Rotten eggs. Pure concentrated death. Kael jumped backward so fast he nearly fell over. A long string of curses exploded from his mouth. The clown doubled over laughing. Then he bowed dramatically as if he’d just completed the greatest performance in history.

I'm sorry bud. 'Tell that to my fucking balls!' He scoffed. 'You see these?' He shoved his crotch to the forefront of my head. He had a severe case of blue balls. 'If they get any bigger, they will explode!' He was right again and none of us wanted that. "This wasn't supposed to happen," I heard the fat clown say. The other four clowns scampered off leaving him behind to sob. "This was supposed to be fun." "Fun? You think this is fun for them?" I pointed at my friends.

"But I didn't bring my sports attire." Those words just glided through my lips before I managed to stop myself. Have I told you about the clown attribute to my personality? Especially when I'm nervous and try to get away with it, I would crackle jokes that most would find them barely humorous. But that never stopped me, and here I am, with my dry joke. He must have not known what to take of that super dry joke that he looks at me with the same blank stare he had earlier. Nothing changes, that makes me wonder if he's being dismissive again or he actually didn't get the joke.

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

Apparently, laughing to his threat threw both men off-guard. “What is that supposed to mean?” Kozlova asked, trying so hard to hide his hurt at being laughed at, but I saw through his charade. The fucking bastard still hasn’t learnt to guard his emotions properly. “To think that a crowd like this would even pay attention to a clown like you, much more believing you is absurd. Look here, man, if you try as move a muscle towards that stage, you will be out of this place before you can even blink your eyes,” I told him, hoping that it would be enough to stop him from causing me more ruins.

Clark embraced her, and she hugged him back. --- “Prince Clarence!” Claire called out, running through the hallway, but the boy ignored her. “Clarence!” she shouted sternly, relieved when he finally stopped. “We need to talk—” She cut herself off when she got closer and saw his red face—as if holding back laughter. Clarence burst out laughing, his voice echoing through the hall. “What?” Claire said in disbelief. “Why are you laughing?” “You should’ve seen your faces, Auntie! Hahaha! Those horror expressions were hilarious! Especially those old people begging us! Hahaha!”

We had been working together for weeks now, and I had grown to trust him implicitly. Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered a silly joke my brother used to tell me when we were kids. "Hey, Claus, why did the chicken go to the doctor?" I asked, trying to stifle a grin. Claus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "I don't know, why?" he asked. I giggled. "Because it had fowl breath!" I exclaimed, bursting out laughing. Claus chuckled, shaking his head. "You're such a goofball," he said, smiling.

“You’re still not funny when you joke. Go away. Go! Shoo!” He glanced at me quickly then said goodbye to Brianna again then left this room. “Calix’s joke was corny, wasn’t it?” Chloe asked me. “Was it a joke?” I was confused. Why did that seem like a threat to me? “Yes, it was a joke. He’s just really bad at joking. He is not funny, it’s annoying.” I think it was just a joke. Chloe didn’t seem to be worried about what Sir Calix said.

"Okay! Okay! I will stop, but that joke of yours isn't good. Aren't there any more funny jokes?" I sat down next to Shin again. "I still have a lot of jokes," I replied. "Okay let me hear," "Here is a knock-knock joke. Knock-knock," - Me. "Who's there?" - Shin. "Tank," - Me. "Tank, who?" - Shin. "You're welcome!" Shin and I both poker-faced to that joke at the same time so I immediately drew a long line on it. "Knock! Knock!" - Me.

job, everybody is allowed to do the job they can do. A loud thud snaps me out of my thoughts. A body crashes on top of me and I shriek as I stumble backwards, falling hard. Laughter erupts, echoing around me. None of the students moved to help instead they just sat laughing and pointing at me…….great, I have become a clown for their amusement.