Joe Mama Jokes Novels & Stories

someone yelled. "I won’t shut up until someone answers!" Lucas shouted back, clearly enjoying the attention. "We don’t know and we don’t care, so shut the hell up, Lucas!" another voice barked. "Wrong! It’s called Lemon-aid! Get it? Like the drink?" The groan this time was even louder. "Dad jokes are never, ever funny," Elodie muttered, shaking her head.

"Jerome, there was a major flood in our hometown this year. All the food is gone. We even burned the door for firewood." I got straight to the point. "I can't afford to feed these two kids anymore. If you want us to go back, are you planning to let us starve to our deaths?" Jerome frowned. "Can't afford it? I've sent you so much money every month. How can you say you can't afford it?"

I clenched my fists tightly to hold myself back. Joshua's eyes met mine before turning back to his mom. “She’s my wife,” he declared, his voice steady and audacious. I saw his mother’s spirit seem to leave her body. Her face turned frigid and pale. She took another glance at me from head to toe, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. Then she suddenly broke into a classy laugh. “That’s an expensive joke, Jay. Your dark humor always gets me.” She laughed so hard. I couldn’t believe I was ridiculed to the point of becoming a laughingstock. Once the biggest name in the city, now I was the butt of the joke. It was a staggering transformation.

Val gave an apologetic smile and sipped from her glass of coke. “We wouldn’t need to say it out loud because the amount of fat in these would literally kill us one day.” Zia scoffed, grabbing a bite of lasagna, and then pushed her palms out, seeing Mamma take a step in her direction. “Mamma, I’m just joking.” “Why do you eat it when you have to complain?” “It’s not like I can puke everything out now.” “Then stop puking stupid words.” Val and I could barely contain our laughter, the sounds, which according to my Mamma, were too unladylike, but little did we care. The ringing cell in Mamma’s apron pocket interrupted us. Mamma pulled it out and her brows creased.

I didn't even bother to interfere as I kept smiling, watching their drama. They're the only joy in my life. Five years had passed since my world had been turned upside down. Now, I nestled in the quiet town of Ohio and found myself navigating the challenges of single motherhood, which brings me nothing but joy every time I look at my kids because they’re the ones who kept me going. They got everything they needed including a caring father. “ Mom, is Maverick not coming home today?” Jersey asked. “ Yeah, he got a lot of lives to save and will be a little busy for a while but he will be home soon.” Hearing that, they beamed with joy.

Ella The moment my dad said that line—about Logan ‘stealing away his little girl’—my cheeks felt like they were on fire. My dad always seemed like he knew exactly how to stir the pot, to bring that embarrassing dad humor into even the most nerve-wracking situations. And the worst part was, Logan thought that he was being completely serious. I could see it in Logan’s face; the way his eyes went ever so slightly wide. He was trying to hide it, but I could tell.

Noah's tone grew comforting, "I'm sorry to hear that. They'll be fine, you know. They love each other." Jemma replied, "Yeah, I hope so." Noah sensed the need to lighten the mood. "You know what always makes me feel better when things are tough?" Jemma's curiosity piqued, "What?" "Jokes! Let me tell you one. Why did the scarecrow win an award?" Jemma chuckled, "I don't know, why?" "Because he was outstanding in his field!" Noah quipped. Jemma laughed, "You always know how to make me smile, Jimmy."

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!

mom said. “Justa week? Two years is longer than a week.” I whispered but made sure that they can hear it. “Is she Sunny? Oh my gosh she is so pretty.” “I know. No need to mention.” “My mom is the joker of the year.” the guy answered. And I guess he almost the same age as me or older. “Really? Well, I am the joker of the decade. So, yeah.” as expected, I can see my mom already kiling me using her eyes. Hahaha.

Joseph’s dad focused his attention on his son. “Is this a joke, Joey? I’ve had a good laugh, but you better come clean before you give your mother an ulcer.” Joseph winced. “It’s no joke, Dad. Sorry.” His dad’s good humor vanished like a switch had been flipped. “We talked about this. How many times did I tell you? Don’t fuck around with poor girls.” Embarrassment heated my cheeks. “You know how it is,” Joseph said, shrugging.