Good Fat Jokes Novels & Stories

eat? "Then, the big fish said, 'I... like... to... eat... small... fish... that... talks... slowly.' "After that, the small fish said, 'Oh, no!'" Nobody made a sound after Stella told the joke. Stella also thought that it was kind of a bad joke. So, she coughed and said, "Is it not funny?" Vermont showed his support. "No, it's hilarious." However, Keegan said sarcastically, "Do you mean ridiculous?"

“Uhm, my car is this way. It’s pretty small, sorry. I don’t usually drive lumberjacks around, so I got a compact.” I laughed warmly. “So that’s all I am to you, huh? A lumberjack?” “I guess you would be more of a timber wolf?” she said, tapping her chin with the tip of her finger. “And you say I tell bad dad jokes?” I asked incredulously. “That one blows Fur Sure Solutions right out of the water.” Marley giggled. “What? I thought it was clever.” “The joke, much like you, was very clever,” I said indulgently. “But it was also very bad.”

I said, taking a slice. He laughed. “Then maybe you should start going to the gym.” I froze mid-bite and looked at him slowly. “Are you saying I’m fat?” “What? No, come on, you’re perfect,” he said immediately, hands half-raised in surrender. “But you just told me to gym,” I pressed, pretending to frown. “Because you complained about junk food, baby!” he said, sounding genuinely confused now. I burst into laughter, nearly choking on the pizza. “I was only joking!”

“We don’t look like ‘wounds’, do we? If you dress up like that?” “What are we then?” “No, you, mister, you look like a company boss who’s going on a vacation. You just lack a sun hat.” The skinny man said. The comment made the fat man look at himself. “Hm. I don’t know if that’s an appreciation or a sarcasm.” The skinny man looked annoyed. “How come you don’t know which?” “It’s you. Anything can mean good and bad if it’s you.” The fat man said.

the man keeps interrupting "hey you shut the fuckup Fitsher, you're a gad`damn drunk, how many bottles would your sh*t belly take before you stop, with your chicken hands. What do you mean by "dem right!" (Big j mimicking his voice) I'm sure your mama is at the church singing halleluyah praise the Lord my son is a good man, not knowing he is an empty vessel! with chicken brains." "hahahaha." other men laughing at Fitsher "what are you laughing about?, (they all fell silent) you are all a disgrace!" Big j said.

Syrel and Jane, Lester, and Vincent took one BFF fries, while Caye and Marielle shares for another BFF fries. "You want?" Gio asked me while eating Fries. “Probably! I ordered ---” I could not continue what I was about to say when Gio suddenly threw five fries in my mouth while speaking and he laughed. Those with us also laughed. I made a mad face and sit down in one chair. When he realized I was a little annoyed, he suddenly became serious. "I'm sorry this is just only a joke" and he used his number one asset which is the dimples. I just kept laughing.

Forgiving her was easy, forgetting everything was the difficult part. My thoughts were broken when my cousin entered my room. “Hey fatso.” he chuckled throwing a pillow towards my direction. Man, I swear I lost 2kgs. I don't even think I look bubbly how. Then why Fatso? “I'm not fat and even if I am, then it's ok. Being fat isn't a problem.” I defended. “Oh oh oh, girl calm down. I was joking.” He said raising his hands in surrender. “Why are you here?” I asked not wanting him to taunt me on any other thing.

“The fat man is too lazy to argue with his wife. Take a sip of black tea, soothe the stomach before eating. The gentle, faint herbal scent soothes the frustration in his heart. The fat man thought to himself; “selling this kind of black tea in the city, making a lot of money.” After tasting the main dish, the fat man officially lost his words. Focusing on eating. After the meal, he looked satisfied and rubbed his belly. The mouth wants to eat more but the stomach refuses to accommodate it. He sipped hot herbal tea and said to his wife, "It's so delicious. Next time let’s eat out together.” The fat man didn’t forget to chat with the male guests next to him. “In the past, if anyone asked me to

“I feel bad that I called him fat. He’s far from it.” Max laughed. “You didn’t call him fat. You called him clumsy. I called him fat.” “True. I’ll make it up to John and bake some chocolate chip cookies.” “Keep that up, and we’ll all end up with giant booties, waddling around with chocolate crumbs decorating our shirts as sugar soars through our veins.” Abby chuckled at the mental image.

His mate, Joel, was twenty-five and the moment he met her, he impregnated her. “I feel like I am a cow because I’ve been eating so much.” I looked around my girth and whined, “I’ve become so fat.” “Fat is the new trend, love,” he chuckled. “Having more of you means I have more to love.” “Oh, hush!” I was already moping at my fatness and he was joking.