Period Jokes Novels & Stories

I ask, hoping his explanation satisfies my confusion. "Oh, we apologize about that. Your coffee wasn't toilet water, that was a joke and I know we may have gone overboard with the two days in a roll lockout but our chief prankster couldn't come up with something else. I know it sounds weird but like I said, it's a thing we do here," he explained and I'm baffled. Are these people mentally stable? Are they okay in their heads? How does any of this even make any sense to them?

My gaze dropped to the broken chinaware on the floor and I pinched the skin between my eyes. “I'm sorry. Okay?” He pouted those full lips of his and bent down to pick the broken pieces. “I tried surprising you with breakfast. But it ended up being broken.” He chuckled softly. Was that an inside joke? I threw my heart back and laughed. “Okay. That was a terrible joke.” BE smiled. “I love your laugh.” I froze. “What?” “Your laugh,” he repeated. “I haven't heard it before but now I have, I love it. I want to hear it everyday.”

“He got an earful from me” “Yes Aunt. I remembered how you shake us up. I couldn't utter a word that day” They both chuckle at their own silly jokes. Because it's no funny to me. “Are we here to eat or talk about the past” Their laughter died down and everyone focus back on food.

“Hey, no brooding. This is an adventure, not a prison sentence. Let me distract you.” She turned to him, her expression wary. “What are you going to do? Tell me one of your terrible jokes?” “You wound me,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “But yes. Absolutely.” He cleared his throat, adopting a serious tone. “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Riele blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts.” The joke was terrible. Absolutely awful. But Riele burst into laughter anyway, the tension in her chest breaking apart with each giggle. Jay grinned, triumphant, as if her joy were his greatest victory.

"What do you call a one legged hippo?" "What?" "A HOP-po! Get it? A HOP-po? Ha-ha!" I laughed at my very funny joke. I don't get why Nathalie didn't laugh, I mean, it was pretty hilarious. So, It's been a week that I didn't go to school due to my situation, and now I'm ready to face the same boring class with the same boring teachers. "You've been gone for a week and now you've come back with a punchline? Unbelievable." Rhea slammed the tray filled of food on our table.

I can't– I just can't with this friend of mine. "Your jokes are all lame. Even an infant won't find it funny." I said and they all laughed at what I have said. Well, it is the truth. "Who would laugh at a joke saying 'are you a clown? 'Cause you're just a clown'?" I asked. " It looks like someone is stunned because of the smile for his love of his life." Mr. Kirke was teasing Mr. Disero. I was curious to know who it was but ended up not to ask since it was none of my business.

(ARIELLE'S POV) A couple of shots later, the air was more loose around us and we were both laughing at a silly joke he’d made. I couldn’t remember what it was but I laughed so hard my insides began to hurt. “I think my intestines just exploded inside,” I joked, and we broke into another round of laughter. I looked around half consciously, to be sure we weren’t disturbing the other customers. “Think we’re too loud?” I whispered to Jared.

The Humor of Survival Yet, amidst all this weight, the siblings still found moments of ridiculousness—because if they didn’t laugh, they might drown. Like the time Tshepo tried cooking pap for everyone, only for Abby to spit it out and declare, “This pap could be used to patch potholes.” Or the time Mathapelo, slightly tipsy, decided to give relationship advice to Aubrey—“Women don’t need money, Aubrey, they need hugs!”—only to hiccup so loudly everyone burst into laughter. Or Gail accidentally falling asleep during her night shift and waking up to find her patient had covered her with the blanket.

“Never. I was making a snack. Right from my lips to my hips at this hour but I’m counseling someone with a food disorder. I suddenly don’t care if I gain a few pounds. Being the perfect weight is overrated. Enough about me. How are you?” Joy grinned and sat down at her desk. “I’m good.” “You always call me if you aren’t able to make our movie night.” “I am sorry about that. Life kind of took a surprising turn.” “Do you need me in professional mode?” “No.” Joy laughed. “Just relax and be my friend.” “You say that so you don’t have to pay me.” It was a standing joke between them. “It cuts both ways. I didn’t charge you when you rambled on about your ex-boyfriend.”

He said and the other guys chuckled. The mockery has been non-stop. Every time we meet up, there always has to be at least one joke or parody in reference to Sophia. "Would you guys ever get tired of toasting me?" Huh?" I asked. "Never." Fred answered. "We love you too much." "I agree." Hendrix added. "Speaking of Sophia... Uh, has she finally told you where she is?" I refused to answer which made them all roar with laughter. "This is a running joke and it needs to stop. I mean it!"