Jokes In Spanish Novels & Stories

“No, Don Angelo, I don't like those drinks that taste like perfume, that make my tongue go all over my tongue, I only like beer or chicha, otherwise, that's all.” “Ready, man, next time I'll bring you some of that, he reminded me of a joke,” “Sir, tell it; it will help to de-stress us from this situation.” “Although I warn you that I am bad at telling jokes, look that when an Indian asked a Spanish conquistador how they got them to sleep with their girlfriends, he told him: “Well, look that a little wine, a little powder,” the Indian answered: “Sir, here it is the same, we give them chicha, and they give us chocha”.”

"Stop messing with me, Lorenzo." She switched to Spanish without realizing it. "No es un buen chiste. (That's not a funny joke.) Eres un mentiroso. (You're a liar.)” ["I can’t understand what you’re saying, but I'm telling you the truth. Why would I lie about something like this?"] "No." She shook her head repeatedly. "That's impossible. I talked to him just two days ago. He was perfectly fine. He even scolded me for wasting my life here in Spain instead of helping with the company. He compared me to you... like he always does."

I stared at Dad in shock. "What is this?" He lowered his head, unable to meet my eyes. "I… I wanted to make some investments so I could improve things for our family…" Baldie scoffed. "Invest? You mean you went gambling. You went to our boss' casino and lost everything in one night!" Mom collapsed onto the floor. "Robert… You… You went gambling?" Dad said shamefully, "I… I just wanted to make some money…"

Damn. “ZACH! Calm your chichis, fool! I was just joking, menso!” Erica said out loud. Jason chuckled watching Erica sneer at me. “Damn E! Please oh please don’t stop on his count. I love it when you speak Spanish, baby.” Jason retorted. (Boobies and Stupid -Spanish slang) Erica hit him on the arm. Joke or not, that was f*cked up! “¿Lo quieres hacer enojar?” River said to Erica in Spanish. (Do you want to make him mad?)

Yo también te amo, mi querida madre". (I love you too my dear mother.) I reply, and she laughs. "Your Spanish has started to sound funny. " She teases, and I laugh, but do not let go of her.

Imogen interrupted, shocked by her mention of Spain, "Perché la Spagna? ( Why Spain? )" Madam Marino said as a thought crossed her mind and tried to emotionally blackmail these three insolent kids, "Huh ... ho una nuova istruzione di lavoro per il ragazzino monello della mafia spagnola. Ed essere una domestica non è quello che ..... ( Huh.. I got a new work instruction for the brat kid of the Spanish Mafia. And being a maid isn't that what.....)"

She was grinning from ear to ear as she socialized with them and brought out the gifts she prepared as well. “Mommy, did you have fun with Daddy?” “Mwommy, awe we havwing a shibying shoon?” TBC Maple Writes (Had to research this one before anything else. Spanish is something I know nothing about except welcome and excuse me so if there are things that are not correct, do tell me about it and I will gladly improve. The dialogues used are machine-translated, so forgive me if there are errors. Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.)

she says with a forced smile, but her eyes betray her true emotions, causing me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "What's wrong?" I inquire, adopting a more serious tone as I know her discomfort isn't solely due to the high heels she's wearing. "Do I need to say it in Spanish?" she asks, pausing to fix her hair in the mirror before meeting my gaze. "Mi es feet hurt because Mi es Heels." I can't help but let out a laugh, a loud one that catches her off guard. "Your Spanish could use some work," I jest, feeling a twinge of regret for finding humor in her pain.

I said, laughing when he reached for dessert. "Burst? Qué es eso? [what’s that?]" "Split open. Like your stomach will rip if you eat any more." I replied Diego laughed; his loud laugh bounced off the walls in the dining hall, and everyone looked at us. "Todava no as visto nada. [You haven’t seen anything yet.] I am not even full yet, mi Reina." I joined him in laughing—how much could this guy eat?! "Your laugh is lo mejor que le he visto. [the best thing I’ve ever seen]" Diego said, looking at me with his beautiful brown eyes.

I heard a jackhammer going off on Javier’s end, as Jean-Jacques raised his eyebrows. “It’s a date. Gotta get back to work.” “Abrazos y besos,” I said. I’d learned that much Spanish over my time in Miami, having given hugs and kisses to an awful lot of Latinos. “You could have skipped the swim club,” Jean-Jacques said. “It’s not like you need the exercise.”