Mrs Joke Novels & Stories

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.

One cracked his knuckles while the door shut and locked behind them. Ah. So that’s why she was sorry. I smiled then laughed. My Jacey made exactly the decision I would have made. Good girl. “I don’t know why you’re laughing. You’re about to get the worst beating you’ve ever had in your life,” Mr. Masterson said. “Best decision my girl ever made,” I cackled. I wasn’t sure exactly why I kept laughing. Maybe stress. But it was weirding out the three men in the room, and that was a good enough reason for me.

She give them a small and very friendly smile then. "Why Ms. Miller, don't tell us that you got disappointed about the news about boss like what that skinny secretary of boss keeps telling everyone around!?!!" Mrs. Edwards said. "Ms. Miller, we will never believe in that skunk!" Jessica said which made them laugh." We've known you for a long time that we will doubt your morality like that!"

The message is clear: go away. In the fifth scenario, and this one is particularly horrible, I ring the doorbell and his wife answers. She takes one look at me and starts laughing. Actually laughing, like I'm the funniest thing she's seen all day. "Oh my God," she says between gasps. "You again? The girl my husband was pretending to be engaged to? Nath, honey, come see this!" And then Nath appears behind her and he's laughing too, and I realize the whole thing was some kind of elaborate joke at my expense.

"You must be kidding me mom. Haa!!" Justin sneered. "Do you think I'm in mood to joke? At this point of time?" "The situation isn't right for joking but after listening to you, it definitely seems like you're willing to joke and let me clearly tell you this, THE JOKE WASN'T FUNNY AT ALL..." "Stop it Justin, just stop it. Did you hear me? Just stop it.." Her breathing became heavy. Mr. Merchant and Edward ran towards her for support.

But not knuckle cracking, hair pulling, shriek in frustration insane from the second the door opened and a horde of fussy ladies walked in demanding the moon. One tossed her jacket on me-on me-before sinking into Evie's chair. "Make me look like Angeline Jolie," the sixty-something with sagging jowls said. Evie laughed. "I'm a hairdresser," she said. "Not a plastic surgeon." I winced at the joke, but the woman just mewed her duck lips at Evie. The first half hour was bad enough, but when Marjorie, "Call me Madge, muffin," and Blue, "You're cute. We'll keep you until you keel over from exhaustion like the last girl," arrived, all mayhem broke the crap loose.

Jeanne was just so used to those jokes. “Ah, I have another one. Even Jeanne never heard of this,” said Ma. “Hit me up,” replied Jeanne. She looked forward to the joke. Aaron sipped the coffee. “Okay... Do you know why mushrooms like to party?” Asked Ma. This time the two of them stayed silent. “This one's hard,” said Aaron while thinking for the answer. “Cause they had those polka dots? I mean they got quite nice costumes there,” Jeanne tried to answer.

"Okay, just kidding! I'm sorry, I was joking, and didn’t you have a sense of humor? You can't even understand a joke?" Mr. Daniel, you don't like this type of talk even as a joke. I have a sense of humor and intelligence. Those jokes may appeal to you, but not me, especially when you say... She was silent. "what am I ? .." DANIEL raised his eyebrows and asked.

“You're not? I'd think you'd need your strength so you can beat up anyone that crosses you.” My head whipped behind, and I saw Mr Wolf staring at me. “Why are you here?” I blurted before I could control myself. “Why? You want to beat me up too,” he said with a smile. It wasn't funny. I didn't laugh so it wasn't funny. “You don't know how to take a joke do you?” He chuckled as he looked around my room. My life was a joke. How many of it could I take? Technically, I was used to it by now.

The older woman retorted, a snicker escaped my lips, and I raised my eyes to see her looking at me with admiration, it was as if she was seeing a pregnant woman for the first time. “Mom, No. I have told you to stop using that as a joke, you can’t go into a prison and we won’t be caught, even if we are, we can’t be locked in a prison,” Hunter scolded, I squinted my eyes to understand what he was saying, before I was able to comprehend that that is a regular joke. “You take things extremely seriously, geez, someone would think you’re sixty-six instead of twenty-six, don’t be surprised when you start having grey hairs.” She sighed, calming down but still grinning.