Exercise Jokes Novels & Stories

“No!” “Yes! "I did one of those things where they throw color at you or something." I laughed out loud, rocking my head back to let it out. "It's not that amusing!" "I can't believe you would run marathons of all people." When we were younger, you despised exercise." "I enjoyed riding bicycles." "I also compete in bike races." I couldn't stop laughing. "That's insane." "It's something that raises my adrenaline and is exciting, which is why I used drugs."

Jai immediately asked Miria with a fake smile. Miria smiled back at him, not noticing it was fake. “Normal. I think I can stand more weeks if I don’t stress myself too much.” “That’s what he kept telling you, but you won’t listen,” Barun commented. Miria pouted while looking at him. “But grandfather, I can’t just lie in bed! It’s boring!” Doctor Trean chuckled. “Exercising once in a while is still necessary. So do not forget that, okay, honey?”

"Go ahead. It's a free country." For the next twenty minutes, the entire chaotic room seemed to blur into white noise. We actually talked. Like really talked. Jaxon leaned across the table, his arms crossed over his leather varsity jacket, pouring his heart out about how stressed he was with the upcoming college football scouts. He talked about his dad’s crushing expectations, the brutal late night practices, and the fear of messing up his future. Then, right out of nowhere, he made this stupid, brilliant joke about our chemistry teacher’s lopsided toupee that had me laughing so hard I almost choked on my water.

Kenji only shook his head, a helpless smile appearing on his face. "Mga siraulo." Audrae laughed as she lightly smacked Elijah's arm. "Kasalanan mo 'yan." Elijah only shrugged."Testing lang." Still laughing, Audrae and Elijah walked out of the gym together, leaving behind a court still filled with teasing voices and laughter. Behind them... Kenji watched the two disappear through the gym doors before quietly zipping up his bag a small smile remained on his lips. Whether he admitted it or not Elijah's joke had hit a little too close to home.

I whispered with a smile. "Okay, then. Just wait, and I'll pick out food and drinks for you." Jeni said, then grabbed the red tray available in the pantry area. I slightly leaned forward to massage my calves and ankles. Why were they so sore? Have I been inactive? Yeah, I guess so. I'm not too fond of exercising, like running or going to the gym, but swimming isn't bad either. Maybe because it's in the water, I never feel tired at all. Ah, I don't know.

"That does sound gross." "You should try relaxing more," Elijah advised seriously. "Stress makes it worse. And exercise helps, but not too much. Just walking and stretching." Stanley studied him curiously. This kid was something else. "How old are you, kid? Seven? Eight?" "I'm five," Elijah grinned proudly. "Five? Well, you're one smart five-year-old. You know that?" "Thank you, sir. So I’ve been told,” Elijah boasted. "Call me Stanley."

She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you think it’s the best way to relieve tension and stress? It’s the only form of exercise where one can also feel extreme pleasure.” He shared with a straight face. She couldn’t be sure if he’s saying the truth or if he’s only messing with her. It kind of sounds true, but still…

she shouted and looked at me, tears already coming. I gave EJ a dreadful look. "EJ, don't scare her like that, and that's an awful joke. He's not dead, sweetie. He'll be here soon." "Oh, thank God," she exhaled, holding her chest. When she recovered she slapped EJ on his head. "That's a terrible joke, EJ. I'm gonna tell Dad!" "I thought it was hilarious," Evan joked, and he and EJ began laughing again. I rolled my eyes at them.

“Jokes have owners, Grace! Do not try to crack one if you know you will do something contrary to what a joker can, and that is to pull a smile or erupt outbursts of laughter from people. That back there was not a joke at all, Grace!” I say that because if she was joining, that was a terrible one. She should know that she stinks at it.

VINCE "Joy has a habit of talking to herself?" Mum asked, her voice cracking because of her laughter. I nodded, "She does. A lot." Joy couldn't stop laughing either and neither could Richard. For the past half an hour, every one of us brought up stories that had our stomachs hurting. "Well, it's not weird at all. Richard here has a habit of farting when he's nervous." Ri immediately retorted, “Now, that’s very embarrassing.”