Cop Jokes Novels & Stories

I shook my head, "no... no... you don't get to..you can now go back to your amazing comedian friends and forget this confused hated prick.." "Precious they didn't mean what they were saying okay. They were just making jokes..." "Making ME a fucken joke.. that's what they were doing.. that's what YOU were doing. I'm a fucken joke to you... my life is a joke to you. I don't get you.. I swear to God I do not get you at all." "Your ankle is swelling please let me just..."

He's just kidding? Is he fooling me!? That's funny right?! That's a badass gay! I stood up and slapped him on the cheek. "What? What was that for??" He asked in shock while holding my slapped cheek. "If you make a j-joke, make sure it's funny okay." I smiled at him.

I immediately placed a careful smile on my face. "I'm not sure if say a comedian exactly. Just because one can do a couple of things here and there to a shoe, or just cause they wear them, doesn't make them a cobbler." He chuckled, taking a large bite off his burger. "Is that supposed to be a joke?" He asked and I shook my head. "The adage? No. Why?" "It is very laughable." He said and quickly dodged the tablespoon I threw at him. And without even seeing it coming, he leaned in and gave me a kiss. It happened so quickly that I didn't even know when it was over.

Okay, this shit got to stop, maybe I should try a joke or something? “Hello triple Ds” I say chuckling awkwardly and they just stand there not knowing what to say. “you know, because the names of the three of you starts with a D” I explain my bad joke. “Yah we got it” Dylan says with a fake chuckle, okay, maybe that joke can still be saved. “I’m a double D myself” I say laughing liking my own joke and all their eyes instantly go to my breasts. I choke in my laughter when Derek lets out an angry growl and I sink further inside my hoodie while Dylan starts counting the specks of dust on the floor and Dean find the light fixtures very interesting all of a sudden.

"What did the grape say when the elephant stepped on it? Nothing, it just let out a little wine." "Please stop," Ashlyn laughed, covering her face with her hands. "Your jokes are getting worse." "My jokes are berry good, thank you very much." He grinned, clearly proud of himself. "Get it? Berry?" "I'm filing for divorce." "No, you're not. You love my dad jokes." "I tolerate them at best." Richard leaned forward, still holding the strawberry. "What do you call a fake noodle?" "Don't—" "An impasta!" Despite herself, Ashlyn burst out laughing. "That's it. I'm leaving."

he joked. None of the students laughed or even cracked a smile—the joke wasn't funny at all. Yet, a loud, exaggerated laugh echoed through the room anyway. No one was surprised to see that it was Mr. Chan, desperately sucking up to his boss and laughing at a terrible joke just to stay on his good side.

Suppose if the seniors ask what's your name, they have to reply Myyyyyy Nammmmmeeee isssss pooojaa. * Show their dancing skills without any music. * The freshers were not supposed to laugh while another fresher was saying something or they would be punished. It was so damn funny to see all of them doing it. We have been doing it for the last 2 years and were enjoying this year too. One of my friends called a fresher to come to us. He was a bit scared but my friend told him to tell a joke until everyone in the room cracks up. This was not as easy as it sounds.

Obviously, his friend here is pulling a joke and prank but he had better stop it, cause it isn't getting to him. "What's so funny--?" "You. You are what's funny. Your lack of pranking skills is what's funny."Charles stopped and chuckled, wiping the little side tears that came out of his eye while he was laughing with his thumb. "...Hey, look, here it is; I just laughed. So come on, get it on. Tell me the good news you brought."he smiled, showing him the little tears he had just wiped from his face as a proof he had just laughed at his lame prank if that's what he so badly wants to hear.

And if I don't answer soon I'm going to embarrass myself further. "Hi," I squeak. This time I can't stop my hand from flying to my mouth in mortification at the awful sound that just left my lips. Jon smiles at me politely, but Cole bursts into laughter. Full blown donkey laughter that has him slapping on his knee like a-- Oh, I know like who. Like Nicole Ashley Cooper. I smack him on the back of his head because that's what I'd do to Nicki. "Shut up," I order.

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.