Novel & Cerita Funny Minecraft Joke

"But I'm the worst joke teller in this universe." "No, I'm pretty sure I am. Then you go first." "Well, what happens if a wolf falls into the washing machine?" "Uh, I have no idea." "It becomes a wash and a werewolf." He then makes a BA-DUM-CHA sound with his mouth and bursts into a wide smile. He must know he's pulled the worst prank ever known to mankind, or he wouldn't be so proud. Even though it's stupid, I catch myself laughing anyway. Laughing until the tears flow, falling like rainwater washing my face and arms. Crying until it's impossible to stop, impossible to forget what lies ahead.

On matriculation day, I carried my acceptance letter to the campus grounds to register alone. But before I could cross the threshold, the guards drove me back into the street with their anti-riot forks. Humiliated and bewildered, I reached for my phone to call my childhood friend, Daisy Reid. A sharp laughter rippled through the receiver. “Violet, are you truly that blind behind those glasses? The letter you swept off the desk was a forgery I mocked up. Your actual one is still sitting at home.” Panicked, I hastily booked a return ticket and hurried back to search for my letter. I scoured the house for hours, turning up nothing. Just then, Daisy’s personalized ringtone sang out from my palm.

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

Max smiles, “You build blanket forts, you tell jokes, you know how to ballroom dance.” “I don’t tell jokes,” I explain. “Chad said you do. Lucy told him some of the jokes. It made them laugh,” Max replies. Curious, he asks, “Could I hear one?” I shake my head, “It was corny jokes to cheer her up is all. It was, “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Things most kids hear on a playground.” Max looks disappointed. Taking a deep breath, I say, “A cheeseburger walks into a bar and orders a beer. The bartender says, “Sorry, we don’t serve food here”.”

I shook my head, "no... no... you don't get to..you can now go back to your amazing comedian friends and forget this confused hated prick.." "Precious they didn't mean what they were saying okay. They were just making jokes..." "Making ME a fucken joke.. that's what they were doing.. that's what YOU were doing. I'm a fucken joke to you... my life is a joke to you. I don't get you.. I swear to God I do not get you at all." "Your ankle is swelling please let me just..."

Mj whispered “is one of them Santa Claus?” Mara laughed and Mj could hear the commotion of people coming in through the backdoor. She couldn't help herself, her nerves were on edge so she continued to joke trying to take the edge off. “oh no I got it” Mj giggled, “one of your friends is the Easter Bunny and the other is a Chupacabra” she was really starting to enjoy herself now. “ No, no, wait I got it,” Mj giggled “all your friends are vicious man eating werebeasts and you're afraid im gonna judge you for having-” but before Mj could say another word Mara removed her hands and Mj blinked to clear the fog in her vision.

Everyone’s interest captured, their eyes ping-ponged back and forth, trying to pick up on the joke. “Are you two done making inside jokes?” Rick chimed in. “Yep, we are done,” I answered, smiling sweetly at him. “And don’t be jealous. It’s not a good look on you. We can’t help that we are so much cooler and funnier than you.” “Babe, you haven’t seen my funny yet,” he retorted. “Oh, I have, and it’s not that funny.” “Then can you ladies tell me what’s so funny?” he demanded to know with a boyish smile.

“Are you allowed to make dead jokes about your parents?” “I know it’s rude,” he replied, grinning with zero shame. “It’s not supposed to be funny. But I get one morbid joke, don’t I? Don’t we all? Some day you’ll be making jokes about your family too.” I doubled over in laughter, the kind that shook my shoulders and made my ribs ache. Not because it was that funny, but because I needed it. Because it pulled me out of the heavy place in my mind where grief lived. Because he looked so happy saying such a thing when there was nothing to laugh about.

I checked my phone as James sent me another dirty joke, laughing as he looked at my face, waiting to see my reaction. We’d been having quality time together for three days and James had replaced the table he’d broken in the living room. It was still early, only seven am. We’ve always been early risers and I was surprised that Malachi hadn’t joined us yet. “You know this is weird right.” James started laughing again as I finished my coffee. “No, it’s not.” He began to type furiously on his phone again, a smile on his face. “Why can’t you just tell the joke?” James looked at me like I was an idiot and motioned his eyes towards Shoran and Adara.

I can eat it too heheh joke. Only then will I eat him and he will let me. I'm not just going to eat it, I'm going to swallow it-- what he's cooking right now heheh, let's change the topic you guys are bad because that's what you're thinking hahaha. You should imitate me, you who don't get horny, ganern. I was about to walk to Ken when I suddenly remembered that you don't have a joke label heheh. no offense, please don't make me feel like you don't have breasts heheh, it's just a joke again.