French Jokes Novels & Stories

He groaned, but relax as I kissed him deeply. "I'll wait for you baby. Now, where's my coffee." He whispered seductively in my ear, making me laugh again. We spent the morning talking about work, the babies, and about how they came on to him, making me laughed hard at him. "Oh my god, Francois! Stop it! My stomach hurts, it's too fucking hilarious. Maybe you should start wearing those t-shirts, with words on them. And write it, oh... I don't know. Something like, for work only, or...no sexual advances please." I started laughing again.

"Man, what did you just say?" The guy scoffs and repeats. "Stupid slut!" CJ laughs. "Please tell me it's me you called that." The guy scoffs. "It's your cheap whore right there..." "That's funny bro!" CJ laughs and the Indian guy joins in and now they are both laughing. "See you around bro..."

“What's the catch?” “The catch,” I said, feigning a serious expression, “is that you have to tell me one hilarious joke before we leave.” The kids burst out laughing. “Pfft, I can't believe you'd try to trick me like that!” Celine retorted, hands on his chin. “Hey, I'm just trying to make sure we leave on time!” I teased. “Kids, for real this time, it's getting late,” Franco spoke up, his voice firm.

" - The first Something I had said to him had been in English, and he understood. — Avec compétence, but jê prefers Français. “Then we continue in French. “After all,” he said, in French, “it's the language of love. I laughed. “Oh, give me a break. He laughed too. - What can I say? The French are known to be outrageous, especially when there is a beautiful woman involved. And I currently live in Montreal, so I'm a French by right. Now, tell me why you moved so far from home.

The waiter said as she took their menus. "Nous aurons deux portions de coq un vin et de fromage" Drille said to the waiter in French which means "We'll have two servings of Coq a Vin and Cheese Souffle". The waiter nodded and left. "Tu parles français?" Allison asked as she laughed. "Oui,I speak french. You too? I didn't know you spoke French. You don't look like it" Drille said as they both laughed. Jackson looked at them with anger written all over his face.

"Did you know... that the French eat snails because they dislike fast food?" I stared at him. The silence in the car was deafening. He didn't crack a smile; his expression was completely deadpan, his dark brows furrowed in intense concentration. The feared, dangerous Salvatore was genuinely trying to deliver a terrible dad joke, and he looked like he was suffering through it. Before I could even process the absurdity of it, he cleared his throat again, his ears turning just a fraction of a pinkish hue. "What do you call a fake noodle?" he muttered, looking straight ahead at the windshield. "An impasta."

Time and time again, Alexander hit Frans with a pillow, but the man couldn't stop laughing. He even had to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes because he couldn't contain his laughter. The story Alexander shared was truly hilarious, and it made Frans forget how to stop laughing. "I can't believe you experienced that on your wedding night." Frans continued to chuckle between his words. He couldn't fathom how his friend ended up in such a funny situation last night. It might not have been enjoyable for Alexander, but it was definitely a laugh for Frans to hear about it.

I added, laughing to myself – I’d not realised how bizarre Jean-Claude’s bakery was until I’d begun describing it to a newcomer, “if you get it wrong, he won’t sell anything to you. Well – if he’s in a good mood, he’ll purposefully give you something else. But most of the time, he just gives you this glare, like you’ve affronted him, and he kicks you out.” Cyrus nudged me. “You think it’s worth going in there and trying out my French? It’s been a while.” I shook my head, smirking at him. “If you’re rusty, I really wouldn’t bother. Once I asked for a pain au chocolat, and I pronounced it wrong – apparently – and he insisted that I’d asked for escargot.” He wrinkled his nose. “He gave you snai

Not feeling like a walking dead was also wonderful. I stopped in front of the store, already seeing Vicenzo inside, who gave his usual Joker smile when he saw me. I raised my hand to push the door, and he signaled for me to wait. Frowning, I saw the lively and smiling figure come to me, opening the door and bowing afterward. "Mademoiselle," he said, and I burst into laughter, mimicking his gesture. "Bonjour, monsieur," I said, hearing him laugh. "You speak French?" he asked, looking surprised.

“What language are you speaking?” “Why, French of course. Same as you.” “I’m speaking English.” “Ah.” His smile broadened. “You just think you’re speaking English. We all speak French here. It is, after all, God’s own tongue.” He burst into laughter again. He obviously enjoyed his God puns. “So, you’re French?” Gullen had mentioned French Visitors, but he’d said they’d all died. “No, no. Quebecois.” “Oh, I’ve never met a black French Canadian before.”