Great Joke Stories Novels & Stories

It was still there, but lighter. “Yeah, pushy, that’s her,” he agreed. “My type? Girls who laugh at my jokes. Even the bad ones. And don’t mind if I suck at dancing.” “Your jokes? All bad, man,” I teased. I stretched my leg out and shoved his swing with my foot. It twisted to the side and he yelped. “Hey! Not all,” he shouted, trying to shove me back with his own foot. “Remember that one about Jax and the pizza? Gold.”

I raised a brow, “Try me.” He grinned like a child who had been given permission to cause chaos, “Okay. Did you hear about the guy who invented Lifesavers?” I gave him a flat look, “Seriously?” “He made a mint.” I groaned, and it was genuine this time, “Nathan, I swear…” He shrugged, clearly pleased with himself, “There’s more where that came from. Want another?” I rolled my eyes but nodded, “Fine. I could use a few more bad jokes.”

he joked. None of the students laughed or even cracked a smile—the joke wasn't funny at all. Yet, a loud, exaggerated laugh echoed through the room anyway. No one was surprised to see that it was Mr. Chan, desperately sucking up to his boss and laughing at a terrible joke just to stay on his good side.

He said it in a childish tone. "Oh really, but I though your name was Caleb." Jazz replied playing along. "Oh no, I am not Caleb. He disturbs people who want to be left alone but ME, I am Mr. Laughter people enjoy my company." "Oh really?" "Yes." He said it continuing the same innocent tone in his voice. "Shall I tell you a joke?" "Please go on." "Once there was an old man who died at a very young age hahaha..." He ended his short joke with his own laughter

I grimaced and when he saw I didn’t get the joke,he rattled out. “You know like monkeys eat bananas…so as in mon-key…like a key…”And then he sighed.”..I didn’t get the joke as well.I just thought you might find it funny.” And then I laughed at that. He told me more jokes until we got to the front of my house and then he handed me the groceries bags. “Good night,Maliyah.”He said. “Good night.”I murmured,staring at him and not wanting to part ways with him.

I believe that if I had said that aliens had invaded the earth it would have caused less commotion in those men. ___""It can't be you're dead. Victor says __isso is what I wanted isn't it little brother but as you can see I'm very much alive. ___What is this joke? Gregory says ___""the only joke here is you three. . I point an incisive finger at Gregory, his three-year-old daughter who looked at me in astonishment, still not believing it was me there, and at Victor who was shaking looking like a fragile child at that moment.

Noah's tone grew comforting, "I'm sorry to hear that. They'll be fine, you know. They love each other." Jemma replied, "Yeah, I hope so." Noah sensed the need to lighten the mood. "You know what always makes me feel better when things are tough?" Jemma's curiosity piqued, "What?" "Jokes! Let me tell you one. Why did the scarecrow win an award?" Jemma chuckled, "I don't know, why?" "Because he was outstanding in his field!" Noah quipped. Jemma laughed, "You always know how to make me smile, Jimmy."

He replied, returning a smile. “Can I tell you a joke?” “Sure.” “What do you call a cow with one leg missing?” “I don't know, what do you call it?” He asked with a confused look. “Lean beef.” I burst out laughing, not able to contain my laughter. Aspen giggled. “That is the lamest joke I have ever heard in my entire life.” “But you laughed. Didn't you?” I asked with my fingers pointed towards him. “I did. I will give you that.”

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?”

“Hey, no brooding. This is an adventure, not a prison sentence. Let me distract you.” She turned to him, her expression wary. “What are you going to do? Tell me one of your terrible jokes?” “You wound me,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “But yes. Absolutely.” He cleared his throat, adopting a serious tone. “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Riele blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts.” The joke was terrible. Absolutely awful. But Riele burst into laughter anyway, the tension in her chest breaking apart with each giggle. Jay grinned, triumphant, as if her joy were his greatest victory.