Japanese Jokes Funny Novels & Stories

When he did, he felt Roy gradually relaxing against him as well, his back curving naturally to his chest. “Tell me the joke,” he murmured into his ears. His voice was hesitant when he said, “Are you sure?” “Yes.” He cleared his throat. “So, there were three guys stranded on an island. Jack, Jim, and John.” A smirk pulled the corners of his lips, without him opening his eyes. The women he’d been forced to be with would never make a joke like this. It would be something else, something witty, mocking even, and most importantly, sophisticated. Or naughty—anything to impress him.

He rattled off something in Japanese, but Emily didn’t understand a word. She glanced at Jackson for help, who responded enthusiastically in Japanese, the two men soon engaging in what seemed like a lively conversation. By the time Emily had almost finished her ramen, they were still chatting away. Finally, the chef left, looking pleased, and Jackson leaned back, grinning from ear to ear. “What were you two talking about that made you so happy?” Emily asked, amused. Jackson chuckled. “The chef’s a funny guy. He told me about this promotion they’re running—any couple that comes in gets a 50% discount and a free bottle of sake.”

"I... I... I... I got a perfect score in a French and Japanese exam. Do you need an interpreter?" "Phew! Do you speak Japanese well? We know how your Japanese is better than anyone else, okay? You learned it from Japanese p**n movies! Aren't they all about making love? There are no lines in them!" These three boys were indeed amazing. As long as any one of them initiated a topic, the other two could perfectly fit in the conversation. Hearing their words, I couldn't stop laughing. Sitting in the milky tea shop, I felt like I was listening to a cross talk.

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

The brown-haired man commented in between his laughs. "Why do they always say please?" The Asian guy mimicked the pleading of their victim and laughed. "I don't know, Riko. But I think some of them like to please us," The brown-haired guy replied to him. He motioned his hand like he was slicing his neck as he stuck out his tongue and acted like he was choking. The Asian guy he called Riko laughed like it was just a normal funny joke to him while there was a dead woman beside his feet. The leader, a teenager, nods his head and takes his face close to the dead woman's face, which is full of blood.

"Man, what did you just say?" The guy scoffs and repeats. "Stupid slut!" CJ laughs. "Please tell me it's me you called that." The guy scoffs. "It's your cheap whore right there..." "That's funny bro!" CJ laughs and the Indian guy joins in and now they are both laughing. "See you around bro..."

one of my father's bodyguards muttered in Japanese, and the other one contained his laughter. "Watashi wa anata no koto o rikai dekiru koto o wasurenaide kudasai. Nokori no koto o shiritai to omotte imasuga, anata ga dekiru saizen no koto wa, reigi tadashiku, eigo de watashi ni hanashikakeru kotodesu," I scolded them, and they nodded with some embarrassment, which made the Italians look at us with much more interest than they showed before. "Since you like jokes, classify the books by humor; you'll excel at that."

“Oh, no… How can Kasuga protect the border now…?” His concern, instead of making the others worried, it made them silent. They sweatdropped for a while before laughing at the same time. Gilbert was smiling from the counter while shaking his head, then he continued filing in letters. Jai looked at them laughing, confused. He was as confused as Shoru. “Why are you guys laughing?” Mika wiped the tears off her cheeks. “You were fighting a giant snake and all you can worry of is the sword you borrowed… How can we not laugh?”

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.

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