Funny Inside Jokes Novels & Stories

My smile widened as I mindlessly took off my jacket setting it down on the leather seat. I clung to Dalton chatting with him as Enzo thought it was the time for the like of the day as he called it. It was one of those stupid habits that we had going on as kids and it kinda stuck with us and Enzo was the one with the shittiest and corniest jokes. I braced myself to hear one of his dad jokes, Dalton was holding in his laugh at the eager look on his brother's face already. "What do you call a joke without a punchline?"

VINCE "Joy has a habit of talking to herself?" Mum asked, her voice cracking because of her laughter. I nodded, "She does. A lot." Joy couldn't stop laughing either and neither could Richard. For the past half an hour, every one of us brought up stories that had our stomachs hurting. "Well, it's not weird at all. Richard here has a habit of farting when he's nervous." Ri immediately retorted, “Now, that’s very embarrassing.”

I couldn’t help but feel a little sad, it was going to get so lonely without him. I was kind of glad that he forgot about the incident earlier at the office, as the way he reacted scared and excited me at the same time. It looked like he was really going to punish me for teasing him, but unfortunately his punishments just encourage me more. I didn’t want him to remember the incident at all so I decided to distract him by asking him stupid questions. Like I did when we just lie in bed, and try to fall asleep. “So what’s the best inside joke, you’ve been a part of?” I asked as we were driving back to our place.

“Why did you not laugh?” Fay slowly got to her feet and cast a patronizing glance at Mina. "How do you feel about that? Is your joke truly funny? Check to see who is still laughing among those in attendance. Furthermore, a joke isn't considered a joke if it doesn't make the person telling it laugh,” After pausing, she went on, "It is called having a foul mouth." Everyone's odd eyes shifted to Mina as Fay said these words. Mina’s cheeks abruptly turned scarlet, and her eyes were full of hate as she gave Fay a scathing glance.

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.

her friend adds, all of them cracking up like it's a clever new joke. Like they haven't made the same jokes; every single day. The same taunts, the same laughs. You'd think they could come up with something more original after all these years. I guess sharing the dozen brain cells between the group doesn't leave much room for creativity. I scoff, ignoring them.

"But I opened the door and I saw 'Little Miss Pornstar' touching herself on the couch, and I wasn't sure what the protocol was. I should've stayed. I tried to stay. I didn't stay." "Little Miss Pornstar?" "Sorry, it's nothing... It's just this stupid inside joke I have with my friends. Whenever we see an attractive woman—" She was going off on an unrelated tangent I didn't pay attention to because my stomach fell to the floor when she mentioned her friends. "You told them?" Morbidly mortified, I wanted the ground to open up, swallow me whole and never spit me out. "Fuck my life. I can't show my face around them again."

] One crude joke after another flooded the chat. Then one of Yvonne's friends suddenly freaked out. [You idiots are drunk! Wrong group! Jared's in here too! Delete those messages!] The chat instantly turned into chaos, but most of the messages were already stuck there. Someone thought it was funny and replied: [So what if he sees them? You think he'd actually say anything?] I didn't react. I got up and made myself something to eat. Right after my last bite, the front door swung open.

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?”

They're smiling at each other like they share some private joke, completely shutting the rest of the room out. "What the fuck is so funny?" I step between them, narrowing my eyes at Mason. "You two have literally known each other for what, twelve hours? Less?" Mason raises his hands in surrender, a smug little chuckle escaping his lips. "Chill out, man. It’s just an inside joke. Don't lose your mind." "Whatever," I snap, rolling my shoulders out. Fuck this. I didn't come here to watch a domestic reunion. "I was about to take her to get a drink, but she's your fucking problem now."