French Jokes Novels & Stories

James intervened. "I told you to shut your mouth up until I was done." Em shouted. "Excuse moi, Madame. You never told me anything." Now James is arguing. "What moi?" Confused Em asked. "And two hours before you were calling yourself a genius. Excuse Moi means excuse me in French, bimbo." "How dare you call me a bimbo? It's not my fault that I don't know a thing about French." "Ha! No doubt about that. Your little brain could never understand the classic language, French."

I smiled knowing the one he was talking to, I tapped the swing beside me and he sat on it. "He sure knows how to make a girl feel like someone from France." "Yeah, having those Francophile opportunities here..." "Maybe, we could memorize all of them," I said and he leaned in. "French fries!" He whispered "French toast!" I smiled, pulling a little backward but not swinging it.

what? “I don't understand you sir,” I said but he kept on speaking so fast. “tu ne fais pas?, tu ne fais pas?, tu ne fais pas? (You don't? You don't? You don't?)” I don't know what he's saying. “Employé français, employé français, employé français (I want frech employeeee, I want frech employeeee, I want frech employeee !!!)” I was backwards out of this restaurant, because of the sheer volume of its owner's voice.

Maybe they both were. "What's so funny?" Nikolai asked, glancing at her with a frown. She couldn't answer. Couldn't form words through the laughter that kept pouring out of her. In the backseat, Pascal perked up, his sleepiness forgotten. "Mommy's laughing! Daddy, did you tell a joke?" "Something like that," Nikolai muttered. "Tell me! Tell me the joke!" Pascal bounced in his seat. "It's a grown-up joke, champ," Nikolai said.

"Alright, fine. If you won't smile, I'll have to tell you my top-tier jokes. What do you call a fake noodle?" Elena had blinked, her stern frown flickering for a split second. "What?" "An impasta." She had stared at me in absolute, stony silence for three whole seconds. "That is terrible. That is the worst joke I've ever heard." "Okay, okay, tough crowd," I had grinned, my dark eyes sparkling with wicked delight as I stroked her cheek. "Why don't scientists trust atoms?" "Jaxx, please stop…" "Because they make up everything."

"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."

Syrel and Jane, Lester, and Vincent took one BFF fries, while Caye and Marielle shares for another BFF fries. "You want?" Gio asked me while eating Fries. “Probably! I ordered ---” I could not continue what I was about to say when Gio suddenly threw five fries in my mouth while speaking and he laughed. Those with us also laughed. I made a mad face and sit down in one chair. When he realized I was a little annoyed, he suddenly became serious. "I'm sorry this is just only a joke" and he used his number one asset which is the dimples. I just kept laughing.

A man with a thick French accent quickly greeted us, and I wondered if it was real or not. “Ah! Monsieur Moore. Quel plaisir de vous voir ce soir.” “Thank you very much, Chef Pierre. It’s always a pleasure to see you.” Once he had finished greeting Dominic, the chef’s eyes went immediately to mine, and a huge smile appeared under his thin moustache. The small and round man elbowed Dominic, and I heard him say in French, “She’s a catch,” before greeting me. I pretended not to understand the language since explaining why I spoke French would be hard.

Iskander's jokes are contagious. "You're a natural," I say. "I have a few more if you're interested." He asks as he licks the sauce plate. "Of course," I say. I'm eager to hear his next joke. "Okay, here's one. What do you call a sheep with wheels?" I think about it, and then I say, "A lamb-borghini?" Iskander nods his head and smiles. "That's right," he says. "You're getting the hang of this, Let's try another one," Iskander says. "What do you call a sheep with a bad haircut?" I try to think of an answer, but I'm stumped. Iskander leans in and whispers the answer in my ear. "A ewe-cut!" he says. I start to laugh again, and I can't stop. Iskander's jokes are hilarious, and I'm enjoying myse

But, never mind! "I have to start to practice some French words, like bonjour!" Patrick commented and all of our classmates laughed at his joke. "So, anyone knows what is the history of France?" Zendy, the leader of the entire section, asked. "I don't know. I only know the French kiss way. Other than that, none." "I know some foods, but I am not that familiar? I only know how hard their bread is!" "Yeah, you can use it to hit some nasty kids."