Mario Jokes Novels & Stories

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!

The room fell silent, with all eyes on me, and I understood their shock. As someone who doesn't care about anyone outside of my family, my actions seemed suspicious, to say the least. I continued eating my dessert, unfazed by the attention. My dad cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "We all know Mario is very possessive of his properties," he said with a scoff, and the room erupted into laughter. Jose nodded in agreement, chuckling. "I remember when he was 12, he beat up the boy who asked Namiro to be his friend." The laughter grew louder, but Leonardo's gaze remained fixed on me, his expression disbelieving.

Maria laughed softly and said with a hidden joke in her words. “A maniac, you say? He probably had invisible superpowers, too. But, honestly, it would have been more fun to see if it was the tall, mysterious maniac in the white suit I just saw walking past us who took you down. I’d have thrown myself on the floor for the chance to meet him too!” Despite the situation, Maria’s joke made me smile too. At the same time, it also irritated me a little that she didn’t seem to understand how unpleasant my experience was.

Mario had himself drinking and dancing with nudely dressed women. He was literally enjoying his life. If only he knew he was minutes away from his death. That's just the thing about life. I smiled at the thought. We pass our death day each fucking year and we have no clue. "Can this man just do something already?"Luca spoke in annoyance. I could sense the irritation in my capos faces. Mario's death wouldn't have been much of a shocker if he hadn't quit or gotten more gun wounds than the other victims.

she says and kisses the bridge of my nose. "So what happened to Mario ?" "He is in a coma," I grimly say and she nods her head. "Comma, shit that's bad. I hope he'll be alright pretty soon," she says and tries to reassure me. "It's fine I guess, atleast he's not well you know- "Dead, yeah I get it. He'll be fine, don't worry. He's made of thick skin," she says and hugs me. I arch an eyebrow at her 'he's made of thick skin' response and get reminded when Marco said something about her.

“I would like that Cisco, but I would like to keep her alive—“ “Tiago!” Mario slammed his fist onto the table. Everyone flinched, and the room went silent. The only thing we could hear was the sound of Mario’s sigh. Flashbacks had returned, and I could finally remember how Mario was seconds away from giving Tiago a beating, only minutes after he had learned the news about Anya. “My son, Tiago.” Mario began. “He likes joking around, but sometimes he takes it too far—doesn’t he, Marvin?”

He watches me closely. "Yeah, sure." "Just like her," his eyes sparkled with humor. "I have to go. Give me some of that to go," I point to the lasagna they’re plating. Mario lets out a loud laugh. "Sure thing, man." Sometimes, Mario could be a real asshole.

The sound is disgusting and quite alarming. “What was that?” Mario asks, sounding genuinely worried this time. “Everyone okay back there?” I take another quick swig and pretend to puke once again, making throaty, gurgling noises to sound more believable. “She’s vomiting, Mario. We need a hospital. Now!” Zuri yells. “Mr. Mario, if anything happens to my niece, I will make sure Bhyron fires you on the spot!” “Please calm down, ladies.” Mario pleads, trying to sound as calm as humanly possible. Meanwhile, I can hear the worry in his tone. My heart already thrums with triumph.

He said with a fake playful bow that his old bones could barely hold. A laugh burst out of me and I covered my lips with one hand. “Ohh Mario. Why thank you.” I smiled happily. “Anything for my child.” He said. “Wow Dad I don't remember you getting me flowers.” Louis countered with a snort. “I don't remember you getting into a fatal car accident.” Mario shot back but I could hear the smile in his voice. “Wow. Very rich dad.” “The home is finally complete again.” Mario suddenly said as we moved further into the home.

Jason said, "our tour guide is called Alessandro." He burst out laughing, but stopped once he saw my unimpressed expression. "Well, it's one of the most common names in Italy." I rolled my eyes. "Learn how to take a joke, Maya." He chuckles. "I do know how to!" "Okay,' he says, "any joke that has math in it isn't considered a joke." I roll my eyes playfully, hearing him laugh. Eventually, I joined him, and minutes later, we both snorted in laughter. I mean, laughing over lame jokes is what friends are for.