Good Jokes To Tell Novels & Stories

"I hate jokes and there is not a single joke that I laughed at. I am a serious type of person and it makes me really annoyed when someone said a joke... especially when it's not funny at all!" "But don't judge the book by its cover! I am not trying to brag or anything of that nature... I am actually one of the best comedians in our pack. My talent to make others happy is unparalleled so I can make you happy even when you are at the saddest part of your life!" "Why don't you throw a joke so we can find out if you are really telling the truth or you are just bluffing!" Conan said. "Don't do it," I said with a firm voice. "Try to say one just and my hand will surely fly in your face without a w

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.

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

The hosts were setting the mood, and slowly they got involved in the fun. "Hahaha!! Have you heard it?" Tanvi said while trying to control her laughter. "The restaurant joke was hilarious." Riaan gave a Colgate ad smile while his eyes were gleaming. "Ah!!! This flames joke." They held their cheeks while laughing. After a while, "Hum do Hamara Ek policy!!" Riaan held his stomach while giggling hard. Tanvi is rolling off while chuckling hard. "Omg!! The jet airways joke... I can't control it anymore." Tanvi and Riaan both burst out snickering.

oh, the stories they would tell. They would only tell happy ones. The ones where my smile was wide, Junior's eyes sparkled with love and adoration, they would talk of the food we'd burn, and the many nights we'd order take out, they would speak of the many times I accidently farted around Junior and his teasing chuckles.

When he did, he felt Roy gradually relaxing against him as well, his back curving naturally to his chest. “Tell me the joke,” he murmured into his ears. His voice was hesitant when he said, “Are you sure?” “Yes.” He cleared his throat. “So, there were three guys stranded on an island. Jack, Jim, and John.” A smirk pulled the corners of his lips, without him opening his eyes. The women he’d been forced to be with would never make a joke like this. It would be something else, something witty, mocking even, and most importantly, sophisticated. Or naughty—anything to impress him.

“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.

I kicked the chair next to me hard enough to send it sideways. "Joking around? Then why don't you put your own names and numbers out there and sell yourselves?" I looked them dead-on, one at a time. "Cut the chatter. We're going to the dean's office. Or I'm calling the police." The air fell silent for a few seconds–then they burst out laughing. Tara lifted her chin and tossed her hair. "Even if you take it to my dad, what is he going to do, Sophie? Really?"

Sure enough, Adrian closed his mouth. "Darling, then I will tell you a joke. There was a toothpick that was walking along the road. Just then, it saw a hedgehog running past the middle of the road, and then it shouted something at the hedgehog. Guess what it shouted? Yes, it is called the hedgehog 'bus'!! Haha, it's funny, isn't it?" RK felt that listening to Adrian's jokes would make him want to sleep even more than listening to him recite poems. This guy couldn't even tell a good joke. What was the meaning of telling a joke that everyone already knew? Would Stella laugh? What a childish kid.

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.