Great Joke Stories Novels & Stories

Answer: "They both fall." The lamest one of all: "Why'd the chicken cross the road?" Answer: "Because he was afraid Snow would fall on him." The jokes weren't really funny or even that creative, but they were shared within my earshot on a regular basis. "Want to hear the latest joke?" Cindy asked, as though reading my mind. I gave her a look I hoped said, no freaking way! "It's actually kind of fun-ny," she said in her sing-song voice. I plopped down next to her and slid on my shoes. "Do I have a choice?"

Lily's carefree spirit was contagious, bringing a newfound brightness to my room. As Lily and I settled into our conversation, we delved into the world of jokes and stories about Jude and Jade. Lily, with her infectious enthusiasm, shared amusing anecdotes that painted vivid pictures of her older siblings. "So, Katie," Lily began with a mischievous grin, "did you know that Jade once tried to teach Jude to dance? It was like watching a giraffe attempting ballet!" I burst into laughter, picturing the scene in my mind. Lily continued to spin tales, weaving humorous narratives about family dinners, inside jokes, and the playful rivalry between Jude and Jade.

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 came out short and disbelieving, the kind of laugh a man gives when someone’s insulted his intelligence instead of amused him. “That’s good.” He shook his head, still laughing under his breath. “That’s genuinely good. Did my grandmother’s people teach you that one, or did you come up with it yourself?” “I’m not lying to you.” “Of course you’re not.” He leaned back, arms crossed, something cold settling behind his eyes now that the laugh had faded. “You’re the third woman this year to try that particular story on me. One of them even had a name badge to match, if you can believe that. Very convincing prop.”

My smile widened as I mindlessly took off my jacket setting it down on the leather seat. I clung to Dalton chatting with him as Enzo thought it was the time for the like of the day as he called it. It was one of those stupid habits that we had going on as kids and it kinda stuck with us and Enzo was the one with the shittiest and corniest jokes. I braced myself to hear one of his dad jokes, Dalton was holding in his laugh at the eager look on his brother's face already. "What do you call a joke without a punchline?"

I exclaimed and chuckled. He was laughing too as he told his story. "I know! After I said that, he and our old men stared at me for a long time. Then Papa cursed me in Español and stormed out. But I know my joke was funny because I saw some of our old men holding in their laughs. Mama heard about it and lectured me about it. Anyway, it was one of my funniest jokes to date." Imagine being a kid and joking in front of your father after he just killed a person. And then imagine being so mad you had to kill in front of your child and he just jokes about your face. I guess craziness runs in their blood.

He predicted, holding back his laughter, another cousin. "And Manduca, of course, wanted to show that he wasn't as stupid as he was big-nosed, " continued the great-grandmother, " and replied: 'What are you thinking I am, homi? I would only cut the nose if I did it like this' and tchum! He ran the tool across the tip of his own nose, the asshole! Those who heard the narrative for the first time would laugh and think that the end was there. But the joke, which the great-grandfather insisted on narrating as the very truth, continued.

"Hey! Greks! Greka! Greka dude! Greka mama! Greka my friend!" Speaking of the devil, and the devil is FINALLY here! "What took you so long?" I fold my arms as I stare at this woman who's chasing her breath with the velvet box in her hands. She let out a deep sighed and grin. "Oh you know, been telling them my golden jokes and the two of them laughed 'till they ran out of breath and eventually died, so yeah!" I can't believe she still managed to act so casually with her side dripping with blood.

I read my message again. Me: ‘Thoughts of cuddling, Hand holding, Eye contact… That kind of disgusting stuff.’ Yup! It does sound like a joke. I give it a long thought and type my message away. 42. Butterflies - Natalie - . I get butterflies in my stomach as I read his messages. Jacob: ‘Sorry about that lame joke last night. Not sure why my drunk genius brain thought it was a good idea.’ Jacob: ‘I am such a jerk, didn’t even ask you if it would be alright if I pick you up from Ira’s place at noon.

They listened to every word he said, hanging on to his every joke and funny anecdote. As the laughter died down, Vince decided to share one of his infamous blind date experiences. With a dramatic shake of his head, he began, “Trust me, after that date, I swore I'd never go on one again. It was like a scene out of a disaster movie. Picture this: awkward silences, spilled drinks, and me realizing halfway through the night that we had absolutely nothing in common. Never again, I swear!” The girls laughed even harder, picturing the cringeworthy scenario in their minds. Vince was a natural storyteller, and his self-deprecating humor made him all the more likable.