Frog Jokes Novels & Stories

I saw it—Gideon Salton taking cash from his buddies, one after another. That was when it clicked: I was just the punchline in some bet. The ones who lost laughed first, then rolled their eyes like I was the idiot. "Madison Montclaire, do you even get how much I lost 'cause of you? Use your brain for once." "We've told you a million times—Gideon's way outta your league. You really thought he'd marry you?"

No way. The two men immediately burst out laughing, not little chuckles, but full-blown, can’t-breathe laughter. Jefferey nearly doubled over while Joseph wasn’t much better. “The pranker got pranked,” Jefferey said, wiping tears from his eyes.

They knew how Lucian got when he was jealous; cross that line, and they'd be dead before they knew it. "Sera-I've got a joke." She raised an eyebrow at the sound of Kidd's voice, a small smile already touching her lips. "What is it?" Kidd cleared his throat and tapped his brother's shoulder. "Listen up-this one's gold." Kieran just clicked his tongue against his teeth. Kidd straightened up, clearing his throat again. "What do you call a pregnant frog?" "What?" "Frog-nant!" He burst out laughing, loud and unhinged enough to fill the whole car.

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

We were walking in absolute silence, until Joan cracked a joke. “Why did the chicken cross the mountain? To get to the other side!” she declared, but we all just stared at her in confusion. Donatello’s laughter pierced through the harsh silent judgement she was receiving. It made everyone smile. Everyone except Arthur and I that is. It was pretty funny how everyone just stared at her in disgust of her joke, but I couldn’t help but not smile. I just didn’t want to be happy.

He always had that intimidating smile that always sent me off. "Just waking up?" He asked and I nodded, mailing my way to my bed. "Seeing you standing up from the couch means you've slept off right there." I knew he was going to tease me so I instantly changed the topic. "What do you want?" I demanded, with a harsh tone but instead, Joe burst into laughter and I was forced to face him. "What's wrong?" "Your voice sounded too croc… like that of a frog," he finally made fun of me and I swallowed hard the saliva stuck in my throat.

My body suddenly jerked as I busted out in laughter. My hand gripped my chest, stopping myself from choking. I knew Brooks was funny, but I never knew he was this much of a clown. He almost made me believe his shit. Almost!! And trust me when I said he was a real clown, because why was he also laughing. He fucking joined me in laughing. He knew he had just told me the joke of the century. “Did you change profession?” My laughter faded into the air.

"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."

Laughing? No fucking way!