Potter Jokes Novels & Stories

"Pregnancy has become disadvantage to you, Kitcat...I bet he'll tell you the grass is too green for you to step outside tomorrow." "Shut up, Liam. I'm not trying to make jokes." "And see...your pregnancy has become a disadvantage to me too...look at him snapping at me because of a fetus." "I'd advise you to shut your mouth, Liam...his face is getting red, it's about to swell...he's transforming into..." "Angry bird!" Liam and Fredd bursted out into hysterical laughing at their apparently funny joke...but Zillon didn't seem to find it funny, he was as serious as judge. "F*cking idiots..."

Someone babbled out, and it was quickly followed by a round of laughter from the few people dispersed along the hallway. “Fuck off!” Mary scowled at the guy scaring him away. “See, that’s what I’m talking about.” “Poopy pants?” I was already cackling at this. “Ugh, not you laughing with them.” “I’m sorry, it’s just funny. But what happened?” “There’s no story to tell, but yeah, I shit my pants back in seventh grade, and ever since that time, I’ve been called poopy pants.” “Oh, wait,” I said as we both paused from walking. “I’m pretty sure we’ve walked past my locker.”

He asked Jake. “Goddess, I don’t even remember what a break is,” Jake said. “My boss has been a pain in the ass,” he joked. Viktor shot him a side look and I couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that spread across my face. “I’ll show you something in your ass,” Viktor mumbled and I choked on my saliva. My mate just told a joke. I’m used to jokes coming from Jake, I’m not used to jokes from him.

" Ian frowned at the question. Ian (8:15 pm) : What kind stupid question are you asking? Irritating Twat (8:16 pm) : Don't know the answer? Ian (8:16 pm): No. Irritating Twat (8:17 pm) : Because it is made out of cells! Haha! Ian gaped at the message for a long time before a small laugh escaped his mouth. The joke was really lame but it was funny.

That was how tired they were. Nate’s sense of humor is clearly depleted when he attempted to crack a joke to Hailey, “Hey, you think lemon pants would turn Lenny into a fruit?” Hailey blinked. Despite it, I smiled slightly. I bet she was working extra hard to figure out what the hell Nate just said. But the smile slipped as quickly as it came. This was bad. I have no other choice. I hold up the potion, clearing my throat, “So, I found a solution.”

Potter, “I have a mommy and a daddy. Why do you say that I don’t have parents?” Mrs. Potter was taken aback. She pursed her lips together and said, “Didn’t you grow up with the old master? I never saw you being close with Sir and Madam before. I said the wrong things when I saw you push the young master to the ground. I was worried. Jane, don’t tell the old master about this, okay? I was wrong. I’ll apologize to you.” She was still young, so she believed Mrs. Potter. At this time, Jane felt as if a real fire was burning her right foot after she heard Mr. Summers saying that his daughter had a mole on the bottom of her right foot. The pain was so intense.

She said that and I started dying on the floor, that was probably the funniest thing I've ever heard. "That is the fucking stoner spectrum!! Either you're a fucking Einstein or a fucking retard that tried to play baseball with a robot," I said, laughing through my words, causing Alex to break too, laughing and pointing out how fucked up my sense of humor is, "It's not my fault! Imagine having a fucked up humor before going through the dungeons of hell to become an arch-demon." "Tha-That's fair but still, that's fucked!" "Fuck me, that was funny," I said and the look I got from Alex scared the fuck outta me, she looked hungry but also cautious, "You good?"

the man nodded. “Alright,” said the facilitator. “Let’s rotate. Jokes, riddles, weird facts. Come on, unleash your inner campfire gremlin.” Katherine nudged Kingsley. “You better say something.” He looked at her with mock offense. “Is that a challenge?” “I’m saying you’ve been making bad jokes since 2009. Now’s your time to shine.” He raised a hand. “Alright. What did the zero say to the eight?” The group leaned in.

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.

he said. “I’m not sleepy.” “Then we can talk,” he replied. “About what?” “About anything that isn’t about kidnappers, plane crashes, or crazy admirers.” I smiled. “Deal.” We talked about small things. Work, his childhood, my aunt, and funny stories. He told me about how he once burned an entire pot of rice and blamed it on the stove. I laughed so hard my back hurt. “Stop laughing,” he said. “You’re injured.”