Intellectual Jokes Novels & Stories

“She's starting to make jokes now.” “I was always funny,” I shot back. “You just weren’t paying attention.” Juno giggled from across the room. “You’re one of the most serious people I know, Thea. I think the last time you tried to tell a joke, it was about F. Scott Fitzgerald.” The brothers and Juno all laughed, but it wasn’t mean-spirited. It was gentle, teasing. Easy. “Hey!” I protested. “There’s lots of humor to be found in classic literature. Just look at Shakespeare! He’s full of excellent jokes.”

Alpha Darwin, have you heard the tale of the invisible man? Well, it's transparent. You can't see him, but he's always there!" The room erupted once more, in laughter's embrace, As the jokes continued, painting smiles on each face. Diana, with her quick wit, couldn't resist, Sharing her own joke, one not to be missed. "Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!" The laughter swelled, filling the room, As jokes continued to dispel any gloom. Alpha Darwin, the master of mirth,

I struggled to maintain a cool head and thought of an appropriate joke to tell the class. Amy was the one to tell jokes. She told me hundreds all through grade school. Why couldn’t I think of one now? It didn’t matter if it was funny or not. Professor Barns would say it wasn’t as amusing as his, no matter what joke I told. “Well, we’re waiting, Miss Wilson,” Professor Barns said. I stood and faced him. “Respectfully, Professor Barns, I’m not doing it,” I said. “I’m here to learn, not to tell jokes. I’m sure there are others in this room who feel the same way.”

“Yo, can you tell me the name of the smartest man that existed on the planet?” Even in my drunk hazy state, I could tell that the poor man was looking at me like I had lost my head, or was probably growing another one in addition to what I already had fixed on my shoulders. “You mean, Albert Einstein?” He asked incredulously while I nodded in excited confirmation. “Yeah, man. Yeah! How did you figure that shit out?” He shot me a pointed look as he wiped a glass clean. “I mean come on man, I maybe a bartender, but that’s not really rocket science you know.”

I've just recently found out that I was switched at birth. Anthony Jefferson, the person who was raised in my place, and I end up joining an academic game show together—but he encourages everyone to ostracize me. "Sorry, Noah, but everyone on our team has a postgraduate degree. I don't think you'll fit in with us," Anthony says. Immediately, all the other contestants refuse to form a team with me. In fact, scathing remarks about me flood the internet, making me go viral. "Why did a brainless pretty boy like Noah Jefferson join an academic game show? He's obviously going to drag his teammates down!" "I heard he just returned to the family after spending his entire life in the countryside

“I have never been proposed to but I understand that my face has that effect on people.” “I can tell you only make these jokes around me. Why? Is it because I'm a woman and you don't find me worthy enough to hold an intellectual conversation with me or you only are all brawn and no brain?” “Keep talking like that, baby. I just need an excuse to bash your head in. Just one.”

he lifted the corners of his mouth and said jokingly, with a look of affection on his face. "My IQ scores more than 160, why am I stupid?" She folded her arms across her chest and puffed out her cheeks while glaring at him. She was just a little muddled, but the geniuses with high IQ were all muddled in some ways. "You scored more than 160 in IQ test? I didn't see that!" Daniel said in a playful tone, with an expression that he couldn't believe. Teasing the little idiot had already become one of his favorite things to do.

Jeff jokes around and laughs his ass out. “Shut up,” “Shut up!” Both Seid and I yell at his not-so-funny joke.

I needed to focus on the matter at hand. “Excuse me?” I questioned, arching an eyebrow as I glared hard at him. For as intelligent as Jonathan is supposed to be, he’s still just a dumb kid. How the hell does someone with his IQ not realize telling me he thinks my niece is hot was a bad idea. I heard John growling next to me. His eyes also narrowed at Jonathan.

Clutch asked. My head was pounding so hard from last night’s partying, I’d momentarily forgotten about the mouse under my eye, and who’d given it to me. “That’s strange,” I said, before pausing. “What’s that?” “I don’t remember one of the books I sent you while you were locked up being a joke book,” I replied. “Here’s a joke for you. Knock, knock…” “Who’s there?” “Go fuck yourself,” he said, before putting his helmet on.