Did You Hear About Jokes Novels & Stories

“I don’t.” “You make jokes about them all the time.” “What jokes?” “Come on. They run after mail carriers, are obsessed with squirrels. There was that night we met that wet dog that stank so bad—” “It was a joke. I had never even smelled a Were at the time!”

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

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.

She couldn't even hold back her laughter when she heard the joke Juliana made. To be continued...

Everyone’s interest captured, their eyes ping-ponged back and forth, trying to pick up on the joke. “Are you two done making inside jokes?” Rick chimed in. “Yep, we are done,” I answered, smiling sweetly at him. “And don’t be jealous. It’s not a good look on you. We can’t help that we are so much cooler and funnier than you.” “Babe, you haven’t seen my funny yet,” he retorted. “Oh, I have, and it’s not that funny.” “Then can you ladies tell me what’s so funny?” he demanded to know with a boyish smile.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Mokunfayo Badmus: Seated in the large creamery, the only thing blaring in my head as I watched the lips, of the boy seating opposite me, moved to inform me of the biggest joke of the century was; You have got to be kidding me! I'd driven furiously all the way across town, frustrated and sick with worry to see a hale, hearty and all dapper Stephen only for a piece of joke? You have got to be kidding me! In silence, I waited patiently for the face of the boy before me to slowly morph into a look of mischief as he laughed out loud and tease me about the look on my face when he dropped the 'bombshell'. I waited for him to tell me 'JK, LOL, aunty you take things too seriously', then I would