Good Fat Jokes Novels & Stories

embarrassed by my assumption. He smirked to himself and shook his head as if he was laughing at some inside joke. After a beat, he said, "I don’t make fat jokes. At least not normally. You just really pissed me off that day. I was already having a bad day and then you came at me full blast. Sorry about that." After a pause, he continued, "You actually have a really nice body if I'm being honest. It's too bad your personality doesn't match."

“Yeah well, my sleeping pattern has been off-balance lately, so it's only natural that my eating habits will change too. And geez, I can't help being hungry all the time.” “I think you should cut back on the food a little. At this rate, you'll end up being the biggest person I know.” He teased, poking her belly. “You're such a dick.” “But you still love this dick.” “Are you serious right now? Tell me, does it look like I’m in the mood for any of your crap?” “Whoa, it was just a joke.” “Don't joke like that. Some jokes that are funny, right? And others that are just not ok. Guess which category yours falls into.”

He was glowing with pride, while Vanessa sat right next to him, looking every bit like the star of the night. I was seated near the serving entrance and was basically invisible. After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the room turned vulgar. A few male colleagues who loved telling dirty jokes started running their mouths again under the influence of alcohol. "Vanessa's got serious charm. She even managed to crack a tough nut like Gilla Group!" "Exactly. The kind of allure Vanessa has? That's nothing some bookish little girl can compete with. If you ask me, talking business in the conference room is nowhere near as effective as talking at the dinner table, right, Vanessa?"

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

I raised an eyebrow, "Butter who?" "It's butter if you don't know," he said cracking up laughing half way and I stepped aside to let him in, he bent down kissing my cheek which felt strange "I have a pizza joke too but it's not that funny. Ooh what smells nice? I have pizza, monopoly, and shit six dollar wine I picked up from ALDI, if we get poisoned, call triple zero, so have that on speed dial"

Chapter 25.2 "Is that so, all right? Be careful." "That's all?" "Crazy!" "Joke again. You too, don't starve yourself, you might lose weight, I still love those fats of yours. Because you’re a limited edition. Ayee!" Mike is really crazy, he’s good at words. I laughed too. "I can forget you, more than food." I jokingly told him. "Is that so? All right, I'll just lower it."

“You know, Ruby, we learned a joke yesterday. Want to hear it?” I nod eagerly, intrigued by the joke that has captured their attention. “Alright,” Ethan begins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why don’t grumpy people like corn on the cob?” Playing along, I pretend to ponder the question. “Hmm, I’m not sure. Why don’t they?” “Because they think it’s ‘a-maize-ing’ that anyone could be happy!” Ethan bursts into laughter, and soon, the infectious giggles spread throughout the room.

"Why do I need to lose weight? I feel good. My friends said that a fat face is a symbol of good luck and that I can bring good luck to the family." "They're lying to you. How can you believe them?" Julien retorted, "If it's a symbol of good luck. Why don't they get fat to bring good luck to their families?" Velma froze. 'If getting fat brings good luck, why do those women try to lose weight all the time?' Velma quickly figured out why, and her face instantly darkened. She had been fooled by those women! Those women fooled her and laughed at her. They wanted her to stay fat, so she was the joke of the circle.

"That's my boy." "Oh, he just farted, for Pete's sake," Amos said. Then he took a sip of his coffee, made a face, and spit it back into the cup. Chase and Lauren stared at Amos until he looked at them. "What? It's true.It's a fart thing baby's do. They feel good after they fart, so they smile. If he takes after his daddy, he'll be smilin plenty," Amos chortled. Chase took his mug out of his hand and said, "How would you know, old man? You ever

Soon Karl was standing in front of us and I could see how hard he's trying not to laugh because of the dagger looks Darren gave him. "C'mon teddy bear, you shouldn't look at him like that, you'll make him wanna pee on his pants, right Karl?" I asked and the man burst into peals of laughter and I couldn't help but smile. I looked towards Darren whose face had softened, looking at the man roaring in laughter, I still wonder what's so funny to Karl though. I know Karl, little things make him happy and little jokes get him laughing hard especially if it has anything to do with Darren, Karl would laugh at any joke that has to do with Darren, laughing at him is his favorite hobby.