Funny Inside Jokes Novels & Stories

West joked Duh I know it is one of his inside jokes again, I rolled my eyes and throw my bottled water to him. gosh I hope that he will also be humiliated “Hey, I am telling the truth! you are good. North took a video of you singing you should hit him also” I looked at North who innocently kept his phone and smiled at me. I rolled my eyes again, gosh! How many times do I have to roll my eyes today? I fell like this is my new habit already.

she said and suddenly he laughed and she smiled sweetly at him almost as if it was an inside joke and she went and peck him on his other cheek “Why is he spilling water funny?” I asked wanting to get in on the joke and then the foot man came with the horse and carriage and stopped for Shaun and I get in “Both of you please be safe” she said totally ignoring my question “Why is spilling water funny I asked as she left but she just turned and smiled and turned back heading inside. I hated there is an inside joke between her and Shaun that I did not know anything about and if Shaun and I were on speaking terms I would have asked and he might have told me as his mouth is never close but we were

As the designer, I had to stay beside them to explain my idea. The exhibition ended an hour later. Just as I was leaving, Sophia spoke. "Andy, could I please have some coffee with your employee?" Andy cast me a meaningful look. "Of course." In the cafe right across from my workplace, Sophia went straight to the point. Her tone dripped with sarcasm. "I heard you stepped on silver powder yesterday. How foolish. You'll only bring Ethan trouble." I subconsciously held onto a corner of my shirt. "Thanks for the concern. I'm fine now."

"Hugo, did you hear that? She told me to think about the consequences. Oh, I'm so scared." Only when she'd had her fill of laughing did she turn back to face me. "Jillian, what makes a swindling fake socialite like you think you can act so high and mighty in front of me?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm doing the world a favor by making sure you don't go out and prey on other men." I had completely lost my patience.

I Must Be Crazy I burst into laughter, placing my ice cream sandwich on the empty space by my side which was already melting in my hands and making it sticky. Of all the jokes that my boyfriend has attempted to make, this was by far the funniest. “Oh, my goodness. That was such a funny joke. You are getting the hang of this emotions thing.” I hit his chest lightly with traces of laughter on my lips and attempted to pick up my ice-cream sandwich again. Vegas must be getting to him for him to play this kind of joke. I heard that being in Vegas often makes one act out of the ordinary. Coupled with the fact that he was still getting a hang of these emotions thing. He must be like a kid at an ice

I couldn’t help but smile after a while though. Their laughs were contagious. I felt myself relax as I listened to their laughter. I did not know what was so funny that they started laughing like that but I loved their sense of humor. It was stupid but at the same time, it felt like it was some inside joke between them, something solely shared among friends. “If you guys are done, can we go get something to eat? I’m starving!” Ryder interrupted their sweet moment.

He said he won’t be here! To make things worse, Jackson approached them. Fuck. "Jackson!" JB's monolid eyes shrunk with enthusiasm. He welcomed Jackson with a fist bump. "I was waiting for you! The party is no fun without you." JB laughed meaningfully. "Hell yeah. You know I make things happier all the time." "You're my happy pill, man." "Coke ain't no happy pill, JB. It's a fucking powder." There was an exchange of ridiculous laughter. I guess it's how them crackheads understand each other's humor.

We looked back and Jenny wasn't around. "We're going to die, you know that right?" Benny asked me. "I'm sure I'll be a vampire tomorrow." I replied. "A zombie..." He said "A zombie prostitute!" We both spoke together and started laughing. It was an inside joke in our group, some years ago I listened to a song called Zombie prostitute by Voltaire with a very funny clip, so always when we said we were going to die, the joke was: come back as a zombie prostitute. I wiped the tears that were running from the corner of my eyes and walked to my bed.

He pulled me closer, tightening his hold on my hip. “What about jokes?” “I’m Just thinking of how funny it would have been for you looking at those old fools bicker all day, yesterday.” “Tell me about it. They were so ridiculous I began to wonder whether this is a secret meeting or a comedy show.” I chuckled, sliding my hands down his shoulders and caressing his back. “So did the jokers eventually resolve something?” “No. Not until I stepped in.” “Really.” I said, sounding like he had just amazed me with some diabolically information. “So what did you do, hot shot?”

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.