Food 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..."

"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."

Ademola attempted another joke but this one didn't sell. "Guy, that was fücking dry na." Kayode grimaced disapprovingly at Ademola who wouldn't stop laughing at his own dry joke. "Dude, stop laughing. The joke didn't make any sense fa." Ayomide chided and Ademola stopped laughing for once. Henry kissed his teeth and plopped back down to his bed, laying on it as he stared at the ceiling of their room.

The other two girls giggled, as well, and Riley chuckled. “No,” Cindy snickered. “I’m Cindy.” “Oh, that’s right,” Amy declared. “I forgot. Sorry. Go ahead, Cindy, tell us your joke.” “Okay. What did one casket say to the other casket?” Amy glanced at Riley, but the awareness in his eyes made her look away. “I don’t know,” she said. “What did one casket say to the other casket?” Cindy giggled. “Is that you coffin?” Amy laughed. The joke was funny enough on its own, but the impish look on Cindy’s face was even more amusing, making Amy laugh all the harder. “That’s a good one, Cindy.”

“Hey, no brooding. This is an adventure, not a prison sentence. Let me distract you.” She turned to him, her expression wary. “What are you going to do? Tell me one of your terrible jokes?” “You wound me,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “But yes. Absolutely.” He cleared his throat, adopting a serious tone. “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Riele blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts.” The joke was terrible. Absolutely awful. But Riele burst into laughter anyway, the tension in her chest breaking apart with each giggle. Jay grinned, triumphant, as if her joy were his greatest victory.

“He got an earful from me” “Yes Aunt. I remembered how you shake us up. I couldn't utter a word that day” They both chuckle at their own silly jokes. Because it's no funny to me. “Are we here to eat or talk about the past” Their laughter died down and everyone focus back on food.

An old man with a long beard said and handed me an apple too. “They’re a coward as ever!!” The other men replied and they laughed crazily while drinking their cup of beer. They keep laughing and some of them tell some jokes too so their laughter doesn’t end. I couldn’t help myself but laugh alongside them while hearing the joke they said. “What do you think the baby cow said when he got lost?” Jean asked. One of the men. “What?” We answered in unison. “Maa!!” He said like a cow and even acted like one too made everyone start laughing crazily. I almost fell on my seat laughing but thankfully I balanced myself properly.

As I was about to say something, Miranda's gentle voice came from behind, saying, "You two lovebirds should stop being so sweet. Come eat." The food was simple cafeteria fare—plain bread and two dishes. Yet, even that made my children's eyes glow with hunger. They devoured it like they were starving. I had just calmed them down, telling them to eat slower, when I heard a sneer. Miranda's eldest daughter, Caroline Shaw, muttered in Drakovian, "Eating like pigs. So disgusting." I looked at her. She thought I did not understand her and gave an even bigger smile as she said, "So filthy, so smelly, so gross."

I teased as I hear him laughing under his throat. "Knock knock." He calls out. "What?" I asked in confusion. "Not what. But who. Again, knock knock." he insisted. I chuckle when I realized that he was going to tell me another knock knock joke. "Fine. Who's there?" "Waiter." "Waiter who?" "Waiter I get my hands on you." I laughed aloud and I can hear him laughing with me too. His jokes are getting into me and even though they are somewhat corny, it was still very much hilarious. “That was one of my sexy knock-knock jokes." he sounded so proud.

someone yelled. "I won’t shut up until someone answers!" Lucas shouted back, clearly enjoying the attention. "We don’t know and we don’t care, so shut the hell up, Lucas!" another voice barked. "Wrong! It’s called Lemon-aid! Get it? Like the drink?" The groan this time was even louder. "Dad jokes are never, ever funny," Elodie muttered, shaking her head.