Romans & histoires Icarly The Joke Is On You

‘Maybe you should get some new material to joke about like, oh, I don’t know – something like, what did the ranch say when somebody opened the fridge door? ‘Are you okay?’ I asked her. ‘No, really, are you all right? I’m worried about you. You only had one brain cell to begin with, and it sounds like you’ve lost even that.’ She ignored me and finished her joke. ‘Hey, close it,’ she said limply. ‘I’m dressing.’ ‘Yeah, something like that will really cheer Stephen up,’ I scoffed. Then I bit down on my wheat cake, swallowed, and turned to Stephen. “Tiger just told me the worst joke of all time. Want to hear it?”

This is the most goals joke as long as I've heard. "You're kidding, right? I swear! That's funny. Wow! If you join to stand up comedy, I make sure you can be the winner." "Na," said Mommy quietly. Chiko still showing his smile. "I'm serious and this is not a joke. You can tell the difference too, right?" Shit!

I heard her tell him, "I've always known Sophia isn't as innocent as she pretends. I just didn't say anything because she's my best friend." Calling me her best friend in public, while going after my boyfriend behind my back. I pointed at the phone on the floor. My voice came out flat. "A joke? Did you ask me whether I thought it was funny? "You'd better start thinking about how you're going to explain this to the dean–spreading lies about me." Just then, footsteps came from the hallway. My roommates, Holly Lane and Cassidy Mars, walked in one after the other. Holly went straight to Tara's side, concern written all over her face. "The dean? Tara, what's wrong with your dad?"

“I want you to get married to my son if you ever want your father to be released!” Mr Carter uttered the very words that would end up turning my life around. “Again with this joke?” I asked in confusion. "You really think I'm joking?" Mr. Carter asked, an amused look on his face. "It's got to be a joke, right?" I said, my voice shaking with uncertainty, still not quite able to process what he was saying. Mr. Carter's expression didn't change. "It's no joke," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm completely serious."

Noah I couldn’t stop replaying it. Not the game. Not practice. Not even Jessa’s smile when she leaned into me like she belonged there. It was the stupid joke. The one line I tossed out without thinking, because that’s what Jackson and I do. We’ve been ripping on each other since we were ten years old. It’s muscle memory at this point — sarcasm and shoves and laughing through everything that gets too heavy. Except this time it didn’t land the way it used to.

Me- "Bro you could've gone to the bathroom if you were gonna pop off like that!" But the one that made me burst out laughing was when Ms. J, who was in mid-bite of her cake exclaimed quietly with widened eyes, "Goodness did that come from him?!" I fell out of my chair I laughed so hard! Followed shortly by Shawnae who was holding her stomach tears falling down her cheeks! JaCory cries incredulously looking around at everyone, "Wha.. but I didn't do it, I swear!" JaCoby doubts him saying, "Yeah right bro." Making JaCory retort, "Whoever smelt it, Dealt it!"

EdwardBlack1794: I'm in New York cupcake :) I gaped. tate_kvngh: was that an actual joke??? EdwardBlack1794: No. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. EdwardBlack1794: I wanna finally see you

“I have nothing to feel guilty about! You’re overthinking.” “Turn your phone over. Let me see what he said.” “…He just made a joke.”

"Cardboard and suffering?" "Exactly." Jonathan’s eyes lit up, happy to see even a tiny smile. "And if that doesn’t work, I’ve got jokes. Why did the painter go to jail?" Lucy shook her head, still wiping tears. "Because he was framed!" A surprised giggle escaped her. "Oh no… that’s actually terrible." "I’ve got more," he warned with a playful grin. "What do you call a fake noodle?" "…What?" "An impasta!"

Forgot to tell you sooner. He had sent me messages almost three hours ago. I smile and reply. Me: That’s Ok! Sorry I didn't answer you sooner. I didn’t feel like attending, so I skipped. As we reach home, I behold myself to receive some lame one-liner about skipping classes. Some of his jokes are funny, but sometimes these are so stupid it makes me chuckle, wondering why does he even bother? “Did you know that a waffle on a California beach is called a Sandy Eggo?” He had tried this joke last evening.