Jokes Quotations Novels & Stories

I asked him where he learnt these romantic quotes. He told me that i did not learn these and i just said it casually. He asked me why I was asking this. I told him because it was very cheap. When I said this then there was pin drop silence for a second and after that I started laughing. Brent was thinking that I said this seriously but I had done some humor with him.

“Hmm?” “If you keep talking like a LinkedIn motivational speaker, I’m going to throw up all over your father’s car interior.” He turned, blue eyes dropping to my face. “My joke was good.” “Your joke sounds like it was raised in a boardroom.” “That’s slander.” “That’s autobiography.”

I was really scared for my safety “You don’t think you’re James Bond, do you? “ I jokingly tried to pass the message “No I do not “ he replied simply “Don’t tell me you don’t get the joke “ I facepalmed “That was a joke? Didn’t sound like one “ he gave me a strange look “You’ve never seen James Bond? The movie?” I asked in surprise. How could anyone not have seen that? “Nope. More reason the joke is lame “ he swerved the car. “It’s better than any joke you ever told “ I sassed “I tell better jokes than that “he argued “Your jokes are usually scary or just plain weird “ I refused to agree with him “You know you could just say something annoying and I’d ram the car into that tree right there “

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

Jota leaned against the doorway, his gaze fixed on his friends with a fond smile. He had a hint of amusement in his eyes, the kind that comes from watching loved ones enjoy a carefree moment. His own chuckles blended with theirs, and he couldn't help but shake his head at their playful antics. Samuel suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, pointing at a random object as if it held the secret to the universe. "You know what's funny, guys? Penguins! They walk all funny and stuff!"

He did say it, but he could not open his mouth to call a 20-year-old man his father. He said embarrassingly, "Dr. Qin, these are all jokes. We don't have to take them seriously, do we?" "So Doctor Qu likes to play jokes very much?" Qin Haodong spoke with a radian on his mouth. "Yes! Yeah! I like to play jokes." Qu Wancai promptly agreed, thinking that Qin Haodong was not going to take action against him. "That's good. In that case, I'll play a joke with Dr. Qu!" Qin Haodong waved to Small White next to him and pointed to Qu Wancai and said, "It's too hot, tear down his pants!"

"Well, that was an interesting morning." -------------------------------------------------------------- A/N Hey guysss Since there was no joke in the beginning let's do one now! Some people cause happiness wherever they go... Others cause happiness whenever they go. Ok maybe that one wasn't that good haha Anyways HAVE A FLIPPIN GREAT DAY MWAH :)))

Hearing Jonah say those words so bluntly, albeit in a casual tone, made my chest rumble with suffocating guilt again. Jonah quickly touched my chin, lifting my face back up. "Hey, hey. I was just kidding, okay? I guess it wasn't funny to you at all, huh?" Jonah smiled reassuringly, stroking the top of my head. "How could you even think of making a joke at a time like this, jeez?" "Well," Jonah shrugged lightly. "There's a wise saying that says the best way to deal with tragedy is to turn it into a comedy. So, I'm trying it. Is it a complete failure?"

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

Bright and early the next day, I showed up at the office as usual. I ignored the whispers and stares, and made a beeline for my desk to start clearing it out. That was when Lily waltzed over, oozing fake sympathy. "Janice, can't you take a joke? "Come on, it was just a little toilet cleaning. Why'd you have to go and tell Mr. Hoffman you're quitting? No need to blow things out of proportion. "Look, I'll even dip into my own wallet and toss you a little extra cash to make up for it.