Dj Jokes Novels & Stories

Harry responded. There were some moments of silence. “Well, tell me the joke Sidney, I wanna be in”. Miss Diaz said with her eyes fixed on me. “The thing is, the joke doesn’t really make much sense when taken out of the context” I said awkwardly, scratching the nape of my neck. “Hmm I see” miss Diaz responded flatly. “Do you wanna hear a funny joke Harry?” Harry leaned in intently, and I found myself doing so too Miss Diaz’s voice went down in whisper “ Sidney can’t drive”

Jaida covered her mouth, her chuckles brimming with ridicule. “It's utterly laughable. Truly, this is the biggest joke I've heard in years. The less a person knows, the bolder the lies they spin," Jett sneered.

She barely laughed at his jokes. “What’s funny?”

Let's listen to it. Jake started telling a string of progressively awful jokes. They were terrible. Puns and dad jokes that caused me to groan and roll my eyes. However, I still ended up laughing. Jake's excitement was contagious, similar to a harmless virus that transmitted happiness rather than illness. What is the reason for scientists not having faith in atoms? Jake inquired, his eyes sparkling. I nodded, preparing for the joke's finale. "Because they constitute everything!" Jake's delivery of the line was so joyful that I couldn't resist laughing.

John called out, heavily baptised with brown shit. "Oh? You must have a lot of enemies, John." Eliot joked, I laughed. Loud. Very loud, sharing a gaze with Eliot. Laughing some more. "I had that very same thought!" "Of course, look at him!" He laughed too, the both of us falling unto eachother. Everyone watching us, joining our laughter after glancing properly at John. Then themselves. Us. "I cannot believe all of you, I cannot." John complained, smiling too. "And you too Sir, you're the worst. Look at you, your teeth are the only thing preserved right now."

"Hugo, did you hear that? She told me to think about the consequences. Oh, I'm so scared." Only when she'd had her fill of laughing did she turn back to face me. "Jillian, what makes a swindling fake socialite like you think you can act so high and mighty in front of me?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm doing the world a favor by making sure you don't go out and prey on other men." I had completely lost my patience.

I could literally die if I fuck up more than I’ve been doing…but, I can’t tell him that. “I’m here, okay? No matter what, you have me.” He looks me right in the eye, assuring me tenderly with a smile this time. “But damn, you really do look like shit right now, and when was the last time you used deodorant?” His unconventional joke in my time of sadness makes me break into laughter. It wasn’t funny but it was whatever it was and it makes me laugh. I just needed to laugh. It rolls out of me effortlessly, like everything was with Adam. While I choke on my saliva, he watches me, amused for the duration of my chuckling.

Nilo added. Jeff knew it himself that he was nowhere near what John Dave was. The young man glared at the two causing their laughter to intensify. Almost died funny, the two seems broken souls are strong but not. They were still holding their stomachs that hurt from laughing. Jeff felt so annoyed that even his nose was almost burning. He was annoyed because of the laughter of the two, but he didn't react. The next day it was still like that they followed JD every morning and afternoon only. They also have classes from eight to four in the afternoon.

“No, they really wouldn’t.” “No, they wouldn’t,” Tracy agreed. “You’re a real hero.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I’m a regular Superman,” I joked. DJ grinned next to me. “You can’t be Superman,” he protested. He looked back at Tracy and smiled. “My daddy’s a hero like Batman, because he can’t fly either.” I burst out laughing then immediately winced when it hurt my ribs. I grinned down at DJ, who was giggling to himself at his joke. “That was classic. Good job,” I congratulated, holding out my hand for a high five. He grinned and slapped his hand on mine.

“Now. The laugh. I heard you yesterday, when you thought no one was listening. It’s too high.” He stopped in front of me, tapping his own chest. “Elion’s was deeper. From here.” The gesture was intimate. Unexpected. I flinched. His jaw tightened instantly. “Try again,” he said. “I’ll tell you a joke. It’s a terrible one. Elion hated it.” He told it anyway... something painfully unfunny involving a squirrel and a priest. I forced out a weak chuckle, the sound thin and hollow. “No.” The word cracked like a whip.