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.

“You have called me stupid on multiple occasions, told me I lack brain cells and what else.” “It was all a joke!” Christian defended his actions, but maybe if he never made those jokes in the first place, we wouldn’t have been here. “And I’ve never laughed, not once,” I told him. “Jokes are supposed to be funny.”

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.

I could literally die if I fuck up more than I’ve been doing…but, I can’t tell him that. “I’m here, okay? No matter what, you have me.” He looks me right in the eye, assuring me tenderly with a smile this time. “But damn, you really do look like shit right now, and when was the last time you used deodorant?” His unconventional joke in my time of sadness makes me break into laughter. It wasn’t funny but it was whatever it was and it makes me laugh. I just needed to laugh. It rolls out of me effortlessly, like everything was with Adam. While I choke on my saliva, he watches me, amused for the duration of my chuckling.

(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.

I burst out laughing so hard I nearly choked on my soda. Jenna looks deeply unimpressed. “Yeah, real fucking funny,” she mutters, side-eyeing both of us. “Keep laughing, you bunch of soggy mofos. I’ll remember this when you two need someone to body a man for you in public and I’m too busy teaching spin hooks to felons named Big Maria.” Dawn snorts into her drink. “You’d thrive in there, don’t lie.” “Shut up,” Jenna says, but she’s already smiling.

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

Joe started recounting his day, and I listened intently, imagining him gesturing animatedly with every sentence. "So, you wouldn't believe what happened at work today," he began, drawing me in as he recounted the mishap with the office printer that had everyone in stitches. I laughed, shaking my head. "You always manage to find the humor in the most mundane things," I said. "That's because life is too short to be serious all the time," Joe replied. "So, I had this meeting today," he continue, a hint of exasperation in his tone. I leaned against my chair, resting my elbow, and propped my chin in my hand. "Tell me everything," I urged, my curiosity piqued.