French Jokes Novels & Stories

says Falvio to Jaques during dinner. "I am a lawyer myself" says Jaques. "I said good lawyers" says Falvio and Maurizio with Gabin laugh. "i know you are behind the mess in Paris. i spent weeks clearing it. My trip was a two day trip but I had to stay back for 2 weeks" says Jaques.

Alexander wanted to know. "Absolutely. People who spend their whole lives learning about different cheeses. They're called fromagers." "From-a-what?" Alexander giggled. "Fromagers. It's French. In France, cheese is very serious business." I leaned against the kitchen counter, watching this domestic scene play out and feeling my heart swell with contentment. This was what I wanted. This easy, comfortable family dynamic where everyone felt valued and included. My phone buzzed with a text, interrupting my reverie. I glanced at the screen and saw a message from Camille.

A little while later, Sammy came storming down the stairs, shouting in French, followed swiftly by Fi. “Where is the cunt, I swear, I’ll put my hand down his throat and pull out his lungs! I’ll, I’ll, I’ll castrate him, and force his cock and balls down what remains of his throat! I’ll, I’ll…” She stops mid-tirade. Celine was laughing so hard; she had nearly fallen off the stool, Nate had helped her right herself. She catches her breath enough to thank him while he grins. “She speaks French? Why didn’t you say anything, Fi?”

“Relax. Just saying she looked familiar, that’s all.” They spoke in French, the words quick and smooth. “Familiar?” Antoine arched a brow. “Don’t start your usual crap. She’s someone else’s date. You’re old enough to be her father.” Henri smirked. “Oh? Sugar daddy kind of father, maybe?” Julian’s eyes went cold. His reply, in flawless French, cut through the air like ice: “Your joke isn’t funny.” That stopped Henri for a beat. A flicker of unease passed through his face before he forced a grin. “Apologies.”

he offered with a wide grin. "I can't!" Jane whined, wiping away the tears that had begun to well up in her eyes. "This is too much!" Taking a deep breath, she tried to hold back her laughter, moving her hands from her stomach to rest on top of him on her legs, their bored conversation turned into an oh what a perverted joke, Jane didn't know that a man she thought was stoic could crack such a funny joke and she honestly had never met someone as warm and funny as his in France in her life before.

"We're hoping you'll find it funny and entertaining. Nerius squawked in encouragement, causing me to smile. “Um, what did the Griffon say when he walked into the bar?” I asked. “What?” Szan asked. “Ouch.” Only the Fiery Lynxes found that funny. Yeah this was going to be pretty rough. One after another we went up and told our funniest jokes and yet there was nothing. Not a chitter, a chuckle or even a snort from the Griffons. We were becoming hopeless.

A rhythm. Her next round had me in stitches. “One—I can speak French fluently. Two—I once broke a toe during a yoga class. Three—I think you’re the most frustrating man I’ve ever met.” I blinked. “That’s not fair. One of those is a compliment. I think.” She winked. “Pick the lie.” I hesitated, then said, “The French. You butchered it trying to order coffee last week.” “Touché.” We both laughed again.

“I didn’t know people in France were so fond of humor. “ “For that much money people laugh at even more stupid jokes. “ “But you speak the language. “ “And my jokes aren’t really that stupid, you just haven’t heard them. “ Killian said and approached the card to the reader. “Not that I've had the chance to?” “Why, would you rather have me entertain you in a different way?” He was doing it again. Kiillian was toying with him the way he had at Garrey’s birthday. But Mike had played that game before.

he grabs a black shirt pulling it on, and grabbing a black leather jacket. “tu ne m'as pas encore essayé” I say the words easily but frown deeply to myself when I actually realize I just spoke French “I haven't tried you yet?” he smirks but his eyes open in shock also at my sudden utterances “You can speak French?” he raises a brow at me “je crois que oui,” I say standing up and shrieking about my new memory. “I speak French!!” I yell happily, “I guess so!! That's what I said, did you get that?” I shriek happily.

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.