Potter Jokes Novels & Stories

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!

His booming voice filled the air with glee, As he entertained us, setting spirits free. "Let's say old time jokes, shall we?" Chants of 'yes' sounded around the room. "Did you hear about the vampire who opened a bakery? He got into a lot of trouble because his cakes were always too bloody." The room erupted with laughter, a joyful sound, As we all shared in the mirth that went around. Stephanie chimed in with a witty remark, Adding to the humor, making the atmosphere spark. "Alpha Darwin, have you heard the one about the talking dog?

Jasmine said. "Hold on, hold on! I've got a joke that might lighten the caloric guilt. Why don't scientists trust atoms?" Jonathan said with a pause before adding, "Because they make up everything!" "Just when I thought I had heard your corniest joke," Florence said and rolled her eyes. The others burst into laughter, their mirth contagious, which made Clare smile. "Okay, I got another one," the young earl said. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?... Well, because he was outstanding in his field!"

"Did you bring the crack pipe?" "Left it at school." "That's too bad." "Yeah." "You know you should get it fixed." "The crack pipe?" "Yeah." "I'm embarrassed that I heard that." "It was a stretch, I'll admit." "Oh, Jay, there's this guy in my dorm that hangs out with the crew sometimes. Worst forced jokes ever. Ever.” "Let's go inside." "Yeah, OK." She talked as I held the door for her. "You've no idea how bad it is. He'd try to make a joke after a documentary on Human Trafficking or something. No sense of appropriateness." "You should tell him so."

I walked straight out of the kitchen, taking the cup. Very sick joke

bullshit he was into. A whirlwind of emotions swirled in my stomach and my heart skipped a beat or two. Sure, I’d only been joking about the whole thing, but suddenly I realized that my faith was about to be tested. I ran over our strange conversation again – when he’d asked about believing in the supernatural. And cold dread settled heavily in my chest. Was he about to tell me Harry Potter was real or something like that? Because I didn’t think I was British enough to believe that…

“Not a single word about fraud, certifications, or shell companies.” We ended up laughing about the most ridiculous things—bad movies we secretly loved, inside jokes that made no sense to anyone else, the way he somehow managed to burn toast even with a timer blaring right beside him. “I still don’t understand how that’s possible,” I said, shaking my head. He groaned. “It’s a gift. A tragic one.” I laughed harder than I had in days. “You set off the smoke alarm with bread.” “It was slightly too toasted,” he argued.

"Hahahaha!!!" They could have sworn that ever since they were born, they had not heard such a hilarious joke before. 'It is way too funny.' "What is this brat muttering? Within a second, he can make us see our own brains and its juices? I can't take it, I'm laughing so hard that I'm about to cry." A Rank 7 Evolved One looked at Lucas scornfully. "Hey brat, do you know that we're Rank 7 Evolved Ones?"

sge asked still acting surprise. “Retail store, do they sell dick there?” I asked her another question but this time around not waiting for her to respond. “No, no, scratch that… How long is the cock” her laugh after what I said only annoyed me. She could barely stand as she started laughing letting go of her bag. “What is so funny?” I asked raising my voice and she could tell that I was not joking around. “Do you think I am a fool? What do you take me for?” I slammed the cup against the table causing the water to spill over.

He's spinning a macabre tale of how we might likely drown and die if his magic failed. I'm used to seeing him joke irresponsibly but not them. I laugh when I see that Ivar, as fearsome as he looks, has turned white with fear. "Guys, c'mon! Don't tell me you believe that. He's joking. Ivar, lighten up. He's joking, really." Eric chuckles then, obviously enjoying the result of his bad joke. "Yes, guys I'm joking! What? You must think I want to die to believe I would make such a costly mistake. I won't be able to ever return home because your mates would kill me."