F Up Jokes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ask for forgiveness. “Ah…” I braced my arms on the pulpit, pushing it forward a little. “If I start crying, someone just walk up and give me a hard slap,” I said earning a few laughs yet again. Ludo couldn’t do jokes today, seeing as he’s the family jokester. It was up to me uphold that. “But then you’d have to be quick because I’ll slap you back if it hurts,” more laughter.

“Uhm, my car is this way. It’s pretty small, sorry. I don’t usually drive lumberjacks around, so I got a compact.” I laughed warmly. “So that’s all I am to you, huh? A lumberjack?” “I guess you would be more of a timber wolf?” she said, tapping her chin with the tip of her finger. “And you say I tell bad dad jokes?” I asked incredulously. “That one blows Fur Sure Solutions right out of the water.” Marley giggled. “What? I thought it was clever.” “The joke, much like you, was very clever,” I said indulgently. “But it was also very bad.”

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.

the alpha joke to his mother. "Very pretty" she continued that joke trying to make her son feel better. "Well, I have to know my fiancé" He smiles shortly after he sight. ... What could happen in the mood festival?

“Oh, Trisha just told the funniest joke.” Fiona raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “A joke? From Trisha? This I’ve gotta hear.” “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get it,” Trisha said, still grinning. “Alright, here goes. Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Fiona blinked, trying to think. “I dunno. Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts!” Trisha finished with a flourish, proud of herself. Kathryn cracked up again, and Fiona couldn’t help but join in, shaking her head. “Alright, alright, that’s bad, but it’s funny. You should be a stand-up comedian, Trisha.”

“It’s my favorite subject. I can tutor you if you want.” “You must love studying. I’m guessing you’re from 7-Mercury.” “I am. You?” “7-Uranus.” “How is it over there?” “Sucks. The only thing it’s good at is being the punchline of the cornball joke.” “What cornball joke?” “‘Where’s your class?’” Francine did a mock dialogue. “‘Ur-anus.’”

In truth, he's an excruciating thorn in my side—unceasingly business, lacking any concept of fun. Frankly, he's a pain in my backside, with his constant focus on work and no fun. I once added mustard to his orange juice, and when he wrinkled his nose, I burst into laughter. He thought the juice had gone bad. Unfortunately, he didn't appreciate the joke, and as punishment for my "Impish Behavior," he extended my study hours.

“You have called me stupid on multiple occasions, told me I lack brain cells and what else.” “It was all a joke!” Christian defended his actions, but maybe if he never made those jokes in the first place, we wouldn’t have been here. “And I’ve never laughed, not once,” I told him. “Jokes are supposed to be funny.”

' questions right about now. "Bottoms up," I instructed, chortling at my own joke.

He laughs but shuts up. “Ok, listen, while we are on the topic of quotes, I have some funny, sarcastic ones,” he says and opens his phone to read some. “Two wrongs, don’t make a right, take your parents as an example,” I laugh. I can use it on anyone who messes with my friends. “Tell me more,” I urge him. “Even people who are good for nothing can bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs,” I chuckle.