Period Jokes Novels & Stories

He grins. “One moment they are ‘fuck you youngest child’ and in the next they want us to produce the next population of the country. It’s like ‘make up your mind will ya? Are we important or not?’”, He continues joking, eyes lighting up when he hears me chuckle a second time. “Yeah, literally”, I agree, having to lower my eyes. I feel far too ashamed. I not only chuckled at one of his jokes, but at two of them. And I did so because I actually found them funny.

Soon Karl was standing in front of us and I could see how hard he's trying not to laugh because of the dagger looks Darren gave him. "C'mon teddy bear, you shouldn't look at him like that, you'll make him wanna pee on his pants, right Karl?" I asked and the man burst into peals of laughter and I couldn't help but smile. I looked towards Darren whose face had softened, looking at the man roaring in laughter, I still wonder what's so funny to Karl though. I know Karl, little things make him happy and little jokes get him laughing hard especially if it has anything to do with Darren, Karl would laugh at any joke that has to do with Darren, laughing at him is his favorite hobby.

The park echoed with our laughter, a testament to the unbreakable bond we had formed. With each passing joke, I felt a sense of belonging, of being surrounded by a chosen family. We laughed, not just at the jokes, but at the absurdities of life, finding comfort in the shared understanding that we were not alone in our struggles and triumphs. It was in those moments of unbridled mirth that I knew these connections were precious and irreplaceable.

“Wait, I’ve got more. What do you call a can opener that doesn’t work?” He side-eyes me. “What?” “A can’t opener.” Levi groans, shaking his head. “You’re actually proud of that one.” I grin. “Of course I am. Little bit.” He tosses some chopped parsley into the pan. “These jokes are terrible.” “You asked for it and you’re still laughing.” He tries to hide it, but I catch the corner of his mouth twitching again. “I’m humoring you.” “Uh huh. Okay. One last one. Promise.”

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!"

“Yeah well, my sleeping pattern has been off-balance lately, so it's only natural that my eating habits will change too. And geez, I can't help being hungry all the time.” “I think you should cut back on the food a little. At this rate, you'll end up being the biggest person I know.” He teased, poking her belly. “You're such a dick.” “But you still love this dick.” “Are you serious right now? Tell me, does it look like I’m in the mood for any of your crap?” “Whoa, it was just a joke.” “Don't joke like that. Some jokes that are funny, right? And others that are just not ok. Guess which category yours falls into.”

He laughed. "That means you must have forgotten about it, and that's disappointing." Citrus acted to be sad. "You should remember that night, you have to." "I never did that shit, bro. I don't do man stuff." "We can do that again, I'm pretty sure you'll remember it this time." He said and Denver rolled his eyes. "Jennifer is gonna have you dead in a second." He joked. "Then we're gonna have it all three of us." "Guys, come on. Geez." I couldn't hold the laughter anymore, and they were not looking like they'd stop. If I don't stop them any sooner, my ribs would probably be broken any minute from now.

Anderson's Smart Watch, which was now used in time manipulation was waiting anxiously to be fastened around the wrist. Anderson turned around, casually, then asked with a sarcastic smile, “Quick quiz, in what year did Mrs. Simpson, AKA my mum, die?” “I never believed Anderson could make up a joke with that, he could beat one who casually joked about his mum to stupor and yet this?” Harrison said with wide eyes to Joce. “There's a reason for everything, I guess,” she replied. Turning to Harry, she said, “It's called a ‘time joke’, right Andy?”

Jim recounts amusing anecdotes from work, and I share the humorous escapades of my day, creating a tapestry of shared joy. "Remember that time we got lost during our road trip?" Jim chuckles, his eyes glinting with nostalgia. "Oh, how could I forget?" I laugh, the memory resurfacing vividly. "We were convinced the GPS had a mind of its own." Our shared laughter becomes a celebration of the ordinary, a reminder that the beauty of our connection lies in the simplicity of these moments. The conversation seamlessly transitions to more profound subjects – our hopes for the future, the challenges we've overcome, and the unwavering support that defines our partnership.

I bore with it for a few days. But it was dragging for more than a week. Now with everyone looking so depressed, it was slowly getting to me and I couldn't have that. So, me being me, I tried, I mean really tried to lighten up the mood. I tried making jokes just about anything, which didn't work. So, I tried making smart jokes, stupid jokes, sophisticated jokes, adult jokes, kids joke and what not. I wasn't even replied with a smile. Not even a tight smile. Nope.