Funniest Joke Books Novels & Stories

Best of three. He won. So, Nina it is. We laughed over it at lunch, teasing each other between bites of grilled cheese and tomato soup—comfort food for a day of small chaos. And afterward, we snuck off to the bookstore, pretending we were just browsing, but really racing through the aisles to see who could find the weirdest baby book title first. He picked “How to Raise a Boss Baby” and I nearly choked laughing.

Clutch asked. My head was pounding so hard from last night’s partying, I’d momentarily forgotten about the mouse under my eye, and who’d given it to me. “That’s strange,” I said, before pausing. “What’s that?” “I don’t remember one of the books I sent you while you were locked up being a joke book,” I replied. “Here’s a joke for you. Knock, knock…” “Who’s there?” “Go fuck yourself,” he said, before putting his helmet on.

"Did Vanessa say that the chairman's daughter is a kept mistress? That's the biggest joke I've ever heard!" Right then, Terrence couldn't hold it in any longer and finally let out a cold laugh. "You idiots. This branch office has been losing money year after year. Headquarters has been wanting to investigate for a long time! "If Ms. Monroe hadn't hidden her identity and come down here to dig into your shady accounts herself, how much longer did you think you could keep fooling everyone? "You sure have some nerve making Ms. Monroe serve you coffee, fetch you water, and take the blame for you. How many heads do you think you have to lose?"

Answer: "They both fall." The lamest one of all: "Why'd the chicken cross the road?" Answer: "Because he was afraid Snow would fall on him." The jokes weren't really funny or even that creative, but they were shared within my earshot on a regular basis. "Want to hear the latest joke?" Cindy asked, as though reading my mind. I gave her a look I hoped said, no freaking way! "It's actually kind of fun-ny," she said in her sing-song voice. I plopped down next to her and slid on my shoes. "Do I have a choice?"

The day before Thanksgiving, my younger sister, Lily, suddenly offered to braid my hair. I had barely sat down when I heard the sharp snip of scissors behind me. The hair I had spent seven years growing for my winter marking ceremony had been cut off at the nape of my neck. Rowan had once promised that when we officially became mates, he would pin up my hair himself and place a moonstone crown on my head. But Lily collapsed onto the couch laughing, still clutching the severed length of hair. “Sorry! I cut off a little too much. Claire, you look like a wolf who failed to shed properly!” My mother laughed too. “It looks better this way. At least you won’t wear it loose all the time.” My father

“She's starting to make jokes now.” “I was always funny,” I shot back. “You just weren’t paying attention.” Juno giggled from across the room. “You’re one of the most serious people I know, Thea. I think the last time you tried to tell a joke, it was about F. Scott Fitzgerald.” The brothers and Juno all laughed, but it wasn’t mean-spirited. It was gentle, teasing. Easy. “Hey!” I protested. “There’s lots of humor to be found in classic literature. Just look at Shakespeare! He’s full of excellent jokes.”

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

The malicious speculation online kept getting worse and worse. "He's probably just trying to make money off of all this." "Only someone desperate for money would be insane enough to do this." "I suggest everyone stop sympathizing with them. This is just a stunt to grab public attention." Some people even started fabricating "tragic stories" about our family. One said that we owed millions of dollars in debt, another claimed Mom had a terminal illness, and some even said Dad was being chased by debt collectors and was going to jump off a building.

And they all laughed. Hahaha, very funny, so funny I can't stop laughing :-| . Wow, I've never heard a better joke in my entire life. *insert eye roll*. Lowkey hospital jokes were really lame. And doctors don't fucking know how to joke, most of them have absolutely no sense of humor whatsoever. "Your child is fine. Ha, you wish, April fool's, your child only has two days to live." What is the name of a lab coat with that lame humor?

“Tiger just told me the worst joke of all time. Want to hear it?” He grinned and rubbed his hands together. “I bet I can think of a worse one.” We traded nonsense jokes back and forth as we settled into our new nightly routine: research. I could practically hear his wolf, Brian, purring from deep within his psyche as we poured over as many books as we could read. I took down pithy notes, mostly just to keep my brain focused on the narrow, slanted lines of faded text.