Period Jokes Novels & Stories

He sat down anyway and introduced himself, cracking lame jokes that didn't do him any favors. His jokes were so bad, one day I turned to him and told him he would never make a career as a stand-up comedian. He'd thrown his head back and laughed out loud after which he said at least it got my attention. And just like that, it became a routine - me walking to the park every day and Dan meeting me there and cracking his bad jokes.

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!

"Is this a joke to you? I thought I was going to die and now I have a terrible headache but you were enjoying your life at a club. Wow, what a waste of time." "We only wanted to get rid of the day's stress. I'm sorry, don't be mad at me." He held my hands. "Who the heck could've broken such news to you?" Lila asked. "Yeah, what's the person's aim? It's similar to the message you received back in Paris." Faith said worriedly. "I'm certain it's just a joke or something. Some people tend to prank celebrities or anyone else just to have more followers or subscribers. I'm very certain it's nothing important." He wasn't helping my anger at all with his nonsense.

Noah I couldn’t stop replaying it. Not the game. Not practice. Not even Jessa’s smile when she leaned into me like she belonged there. It was the stupid joke. The one line I tossed out without thinking, because that’s what Jackson and I do. We’ve been ripping on each other since we were ten years old. It’s muscle memory at this point — sarcasm and shoves and laughing through everything that gets too heavy. Except this time it didn’t land the way it used to.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

"It's my new cologne called 'Go Bathe.' "Is it me?" Jeff said, sniffing his armpit. "No, I'm not talking about you! I’m the one that needs to go bathe." I started laughing. "Jeff, I was joking! I have been working since yesterday morning, and I need to shower." "Oh! Boss, I'm not used to you joking. "I see that. Can I get you anything to drink?" "You, you are offering me something to drink?" Jeff asked, surprised, pointing to himself.

She’s not wrong. “You do know that only works if you have someone to fuck, right?” she deadpans. “I know, Jamie,” I reply, slowly. “I was trying to make you laugh.” She claps a hand over her mouth, the laugh barely held in her eyes. A second later, we’re both giggling—loud, snorty, helpless laughter. That’s how Jorge finds us—arms wrapped around each other, laughter bubbling between us like champagne. “There they are! My two lovelies!” he announces, grinning.

“Like that time someone sent an email to the entire office asking where they could buy a life-sized penguin costume. Or when two people accidentally started a very inappropriate conversation in a group chat and didn’t realize their manager was in it.” I burst out laughing, almost spilling my drink. “You’re kidding.” “I wish I was,” he said, grinning. “The penguin costume email is framed on my wall.” “Okay, now you have to tell me—what’s the juiciest piece of office gossip you’ve come across?” Patrick smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “Well, there’s this one guy who sends himself motivational emails every Monday morning. Stuff like, ‘You’ve got this, champ!’ and ‘Remember, you’re the best th

A bright smile on his face and everyone sank low, disappointed, including Kai. “What a waste of chance,” he rumbled. “God, you’re so dumb.” The twins synchronized with drowsy faces and I chuckled. “Of course.” I beamed and Kai ruffled his fingers through my hair. “My turn,” He continued, “SJ, you peed your pants yesterday, didn’t you?” Everybody chuckled and Mr. Kim’s face turned red. “God, I hate ginger,” He said as I filled a spoonful paste in front of his eyes, “of course,” he hastily replied, “of course, I peed my pants yesterday.” And everyone lost it, laughing like idiots, so this is called backfiring.

Suppose if the seniors ask what's your name, they have to reply Myyyyyy Nammmmmeeee isssss pooojaa. * Show their dancing skills without any music. * The freshers were not supposed to laugh while another fresher was saying something or they would be punished. It was so damn funny to see all of them doing it. We have been doing it for the last 2 years and were enjoying this year too. One of my friends called a fresher to come to us. He was a bit scared but my friend told him to tell a joke until everyone in the room cracks up. This was not as easy as it sounds.