Romans & histoires French Jokes

He joked. “I don’t know french” I commented. “Yet you know what I spoke,” I was momentarily speechless at his wit. “Shut up” I snapped at him, earning another chuckle. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today” He teased. “Oh, do you want to wake on the right side?” I smirked, squinting my eyes in the rear view mirror. “Nope, I am perfectly fine on the way I am waking up” He popped the ‘p’.

"Just trust me, Patricia. You will be safe here. Come on, I'm starving." Even though confused, Patricia nodded and walked beside Felix. One thing that Patricia noticed from the people in France is the way they smile to the people they pass by. They are not snobbish, although Felix warned her that French people are awfully straightforward, that most of the times, foreigners found French people rude, and their words offensive.

Smith jumped hearing him. “What was what?” Francois asked amused seeing him so panicked. “I hear something like an animal!” and Mr Smith starts to look around Max’s modern office. “Ohhh..” Francois says laughing. “That should be my phone ring!” and he takes off his phone and he mimics like he is playing on it and growls without opening his mouth. “See?” and he just smiles as if it was nothing. “It’s just a ringtone for my messages.” “Holy shit! It sounded so real!” Mr. Smith said but Francois just looks at Max and moves his head in a disapproving way.

With the clumsy hand gestures, the awkward pronunciation yet being unable to order a single thing off the menu, Andrius would be the funniest clown in the room! Axel then started to rush Andrius. “If you can’t understand, stop pretending. Don’t waste our time. Just go get something outside the hotel. It'd actually be a better choice.” “Hahaha…” His words amused the others in the room, and they all stared at Andrius with ridiculing gazes. Andrius looked back at them like they were a bunch of retards. Then, under everyone’s curious gaze, he spoke fluently to the French waitress, “Bonjour! Je voudrais un foie gras au vin rouge et une soupe à l'oignon.”

The vacation house awaited, a charming abode nestled in the heart of the French countryside. Henry shot me a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Bienvenue en France, Sophia!" I chuckled. "Merci, Monsieur Henry. Now, let's go and conquer this weekend." Our luggage in tow, we ventured towards the waiting car, the driver giving us a warm welcome in impeccable French. Henry nudged me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Did I mention I'm fluent in French?" I rolled my eyes with a smirk. "Oh, please. Fluent in ordering croissants maybe."

If Alejandro wanted to leave me for Helen, then I sure as hell can have conversations with other men, right? Soon, I was laughing as I indulged myself in a very interesting conversation with a French speaker like myself. We discussed topics ranging from business to guessing what each guest had done before coming to the party. Just when the conversation was beginning to slow to an end, someone came up behind me, and I could hear him tell my funny new friend, “Care if I borrow her for a minute?” The young man I've been talking to for a while bowed with a flourish as if to say, ‘The floor is yours’ before kissing my knuckles in French humor and stalking away.

The guy asked in French, "Miss, can you show me where the bathroom is?" Jocelyn frowned, "Don't you speak English?" The guy spoke in French again, "Miss, the ladies of the upper class often go to Foranee for fashion shows, so they all speak French! How can't you speak French?" Jocelyn's face darkened. She realized that this guy was deliberately trying to stir up things for her and asking for the way to the bathroom was just an excuse. Josie stood a short distance away from them, holding a glass of wine in her hand and watching Jocelyn with contempt.

He said it in a childish tone. "Oh really, but I though your name was Caleb." Jazz replied playing along. "Oh no, I am not Caleb. He disturbs people who want to be left alone but ME, I am Mr. Laughter people enjoy my company." "Oh really?" "Yes." He said it continuing the same innocent tone in his voice. "Shall I tell you a joke?" "Please go on." "Once there was an old man who died at a very young age hahaha..." He ended his short joke with his own laughter

"Jamie boy and taking risks. It won't be long till she finds out you're not genuine." "Not if I pretend to be someone else," I defended. Marco laughed again. "I'll bet a thousand dollars in team heattie boy." "Team what?" I looked at him in astonishment and disgust. "Team heattie boy. Or should I say, JEATHER," he burst out laughing... again. "HEAME," Enzo chuckled. "You two fuck off." I stiffened up. These two were just the worse kind of people when it came to jokes. They were bad and terrible.