Pinoy Humor Jokes Novels & Stories

"I hate jokes and there is not a single joke that I laughed at. I am a serious type of person and it makes me really annoyed when someone said a joke... especially when it's not funny at all!" "But don't judge the book by its cover! I am not trying to brag or anything of that nature... I am actually one of the best comedians in our pack. My talent to make others happy is unparalleled so I can make you happy even when you are at the saddest part of your life!" "Why don't you throw a joke so we can find out if you are really telling the truth or you are just bluffing!" Conan said. "Don't do it," I said with a firm voice. "Try to say one just and my hand will surely fly in your face without a w

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.

“You’re like a sister to me. So, fuck it. Any other girl? Hell no.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity hitting me full force. “You know what? You’re hilarious, Nelly. I remember when you were still so dry, making those lame jokes about ‘six seven’ and cracking up when no one else found it funny. Good old days.” “Huh? My jokes were actually funny, girl.” She poked my side playfully, feigning offense. “Your humor—and everyone else’s—was definitely broken.” “Yeah, sure,” I dragged out, giggling. “Six-seven,” I teased again, mimicking her old deadpan delivery.

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

He murmured, ruefully. I badly didn't want to see him sad anymore. "Jokes could help.You can tell me jokes" "Jokes"He said more to himself as if thinking of something up. "Well, I think I heard this somewhere,I don't really remember how it starts or ends but the punch line is...'Get lost,you old cargo'!" I grimaced. "So am I supposed to laugh to an half joke?" He pouted."I'm an hopeless joke teller" I couldn't stop myself from laughing not because of his half joke but because of how hopeless he looked.

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

Noah's voice pulled me back to reality. "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about something." "I know you're under a lot of pressure right now, especially with everything going on at home," he said with concern. "Honestly, when I heard about your situation, I really wanted to help you. We've been classmates for so many years, after all." I looked at his "sincere" expression and sneered inwardly. Noah lowered his voice. "I know a quick way to make money. It's nothing illegal. Just a little risky."

She chuckled and then broke into delighted laughter. He grinned. “You get that I’m joking?” “Well, of course you’re joking. Vomity ones.” She laughed again. “Too funny.” “Most people don’t get my jokes. Say they’re inappropriate.” He finger-quoted inappropriate. “Are they idiots?” “Arguably.” She laughed again. “A woman who gets my jokes…” His pleased little grin turned into a broad smile. “Can I buy you a coffee sometime? Or a jet?” “A jet?” She laughed until her stomach ached and she had to bend over with her hands on both knees to catch her breath. “You’re killing me.”

They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral. George was shaking in rage. He stepped ahead, trying to confront Zack, but he shoved George into the shoe cabinet. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." Zack scoffed. Mockery was oozing from his tone. George was groaning in pain, and color was draining from his face. I held him and called the maid to help us out. This was an emergency.

I could easily imagine Suzane Johnson writhing in a strange laugh when listening to this, simply by hearing the little pig snoring she let out when she got excited about one of my worst jokes. It was strange not to be able to return the same intensity of animation, although just so that she could not understand anything, I tried hard, and imitated a rehearsed sound of what was once an ironic laugh. I've never been the kind of person who struggled to be funny. I've never had much talent to be the silly court of a circle of friends. But I had a certain reputation for being the one who never let herself be shaken by the misfortunes of life. I always had a joke on the tip of my tongue to make so