Intellectual Jokes Novels & Stories

, we both laughed at the statement. "Are you being serious?" " Literally. You can try it". He turned to a couple sitting beside us and said, " hey, this dude here went to Harvard", he said to the middle aged couple. " Really?" the woman asked, her eyes lightening up. " Say something smart", the man bluntly said, as if seeking proof that I actually went to Harvard. " Belief is the death of intelligence, and you definitely do not have to use all the brains you have but all the brains you can borrow", I said with my head held high.

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

Besides, who exactly gave Todd the illusion that he was someone important? I scoffed. "Todd Westman, from the moment you had the audacity to spout all that, you lost the right to speak to me." People could only communicate meaningfully when they were on the same intellectual level. Seeing how resolute I was, Todd struggled frantically and screamed, "No… Babe, listen to me. I can explain. I was just confused for a second. I love you!" "Shut up. Just listening to you makes my ears feel dirty."

Tony waved his hand right in front of me and I slumped on my chair. "Am I really becoming stupid?" I frowned and his forehead creased. "What are you talking about?" he laughed, mirth in his gaze. "Never in my life have I been called an idiot or dumb and now I am suddenly hearing those things from the people I knew," I bit my lower lip. "People change, some get wiser, others get dumber," he laughed much louder this time. I knew he was just kidding, and he was only making fun of me, but I really was starting to question my brilliance.

That joke was spot on. "Terrific. Laugh it up. Using jokes as a means of closing off topics you don't feel the need to discuss don't work on me. What did you do?" His voice was more steady this time. "I didn't do anything, maybe it's your guilty conscience for all the terrible things you've done that makes you think this way, always imagining the shadows lurking around, you're not at peace with yourself. That's what you're looking for anyone else but yourself, I'd call you an over thinker but that's too good. I didn't do anything."

He glanced at her with an affectionate expression all over his face. "I have an IQ over 160, why would you think I was stupid?" She folded her arms across her chest discontentedly and puffed out her cheeks while glaring at him. Hazel was aware that she was a little disorderly, but there are many geniuses with a high IQ who were chaotic in their own ways. "You scored over 160 on your IQ test? I just can't see it!" Zac jested in a playful voice pretending to be in shock and couldn't believe. Teasing and blowing the little idiot's mind had already become one of his favorite things to do.

He burst into laughter. "E be things oo. You did not even check it. Oga oo. It must be good to be intelligent." I shook my head, laughter forming at the pit of my stomach. "If I sound you ehn, you'll just faint. See A straight A student calling me intelligent. In fact, yah mad."

I tell him m with a grunt. “A joke. I understand you're sad that I want to stay away but can you refrain from calling our relationship a joke?" The chuckles turn into full blown laughter. Well someone is happy with women. Why would he not? “You are an idiot." “Okay now you are just jealous." And they laugh again. There is nothing remotely funny about this clown so I do not understand what they keep laughing at. “Can you be serious for once? I need to ask you about something."

Leesa had to give the guy credit. He didn’t seem to let the catcalls and groans bother him. He either had the thickest skin in the world, or he thought the derision was in some twisted way an approval of his act. His jokes were new, but were equally as dumb as the last time. She wondered if he wrote the stuff himself or got it from some website—stupidjokes.com, maybe.