Cop Jokes Novels & Stories

] "One of the things I like about him... He's a corny joker." ["Like what?"] I clap my hands once. "About teleporting mosquitos. Anyhow, he can make me laugh." ["He could have learned from me~ To make a woman laugh is to make them fall for that man."] "Like what?" ["Hmm, what do you call a mosquito inside the mosquito net?"] "What?"

The comedian on stage was pretty good, cracking jokes about everything from bad dates to the weird things people do at the grocery store. I glanced over at Sarah, and every time she laughed, it was like a little weight lifted off my chest. Halfway through, the comedian launched into a bit about couples, poking fun at all the little things people do when they’re comfortable around each other. I leaned over to her, smirking. “That’s us,” I whispered. “You know, minus the weird grocery stuff.” “Oh, please,” she shot back, rolling her eyes. “You’re the one who insists on checking every single expiration date like it’s a life-or-death decision.”

he joked, a playful tone in his voice. Florence, surprised by his sudden shift in mood, chuckled softly. “Who’s there?” she replied, a small smile playing on her lips. “Ike.” He answered with a smile. “Ike who?” She smiled wider now. “Ike-ant wait to see you again.” Chaos grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. The corny joke, though simple, managed to bring a smile to Florence's face. It was a small moment of levity, a brief respite from the weight of her problems.

After the first five rings, Kyle took my phone from me and switched it off. I was seated on the couch, Kyle beside me. I stared blankly into space as memories of the night replayed in my head. I wish I had never gone to that stupid party. "Wanna hear some good jokes?" Kyle smiled. I shrugged. "What do you call a sleeping bull?" He asked, smirking. "A bull-dozer." I replied bluntly. He pouted. I heard Chris' car pull up in the driveway. It wasn't long before Chris made his appearance in the living room.

"Alright, fine. If you won't smile, I'll have to tell you my top-tier jokes. What do you call a fake noodle?" Elena had blinked, her stern frown flickering for a split second. "What?" "An impasta." She had stared at me in absolute, stony silence for three whole seconds. "That is terrible. That is the worst joke I've ever heard." "Okay, okay, tough crowd," I had grinned, my dark eyes sparkling with wicked delight as I stroked her cheek. "Why don't scientists trust atoms?" "Jaxx, please stop…" "Because they make up everything."

"I mean it too, Swanepoel." I smile back at him. "Knock knock." He says while his cheeky smile plastered on his face. "I miss that." I commented. "Then, knock knock?" "Who's there?" He smiled. "Khan." Okay so this is a new one. "Khan who?" He moved closer to my ear and whispered. "Khan-dom broke! I hope you're on the pill!" I couldn't help but laugh because I didn't see that one coming. His jokes are mostly lame and corny but still makes me laugh. It’s how confident he is with his joke and the way he delivers it with facial expression truly makes me laugh.

He held her hands, rubbing her fingers with his thumbs. Lee stared at him, amused. She couldn’t believe it, and he looked so sure of himself. Billy and Joe were standing close behind them, paying more attention now than before. “Is this some sort of joke? Because I’ll tell you right now, give up, you can never be a comedian, unless you want to be a clown, which you already are!” Ann yelled. Lee could hear a chuckle behind her. I’m glad they are finding this funny. “Shut up, witch! I was talking to Lee.”

I was giggling like a loon. “A corpse went to a rheumatologist, and said he was feeling rather stiff-” “That's hilarious!” I laughed. “That's not the joke-” “I love this cheese. Mmm. Cheese and crackers,” I sang, munching on the hors d'oeuvres. “Ooo! And there's brie! And crab dip-” “Do you want to hear the joke or not!” he boomed. “Eh, not really. No.”

“In fact, you can punch it if you want. Or try having a shark metahuman grab you and pin you to the ground.” “Are you trying to sound sexual right now?” Watson, Rachel, Emily and I gave Jack a stone cold look for his inappropriate joke. Watson placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “We admit you’re funny. But right now...it is not the time, bro.” “Right. Right.” Jack nodded, his blonde hair bouncing at the action and he bit his pointer knuckles afterward. “Sorry. I’ll stop talking now.” “Thank you.” I said and turned to Rachel again. “As I was saying-”

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”