Q And A Joke Novels & Stories

he asked, his eyes sparkling as he grinned at me. I nodded and sat up to listen to him, wanting to hear anything that would distract me from the pain I had been feeling in my heart since my father passed. "Okay. I've got a joke to make you feel better," he said, his voice light and playful as he got ready. "Okay, I could use a laugh. Go ahead,” I said, raising an eyebrow, intrigued. Anthony cleared his throat as he said. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?" . "I don't know, why?"

Zoe asked, not understanding the humor of the joke. "Of course." "Hmnn. Because it has boring and difficult equations?" Zoe answered suggestively, still trying to think of a suitable answer. "No," Zara chuckled, her long eyelashes blinking so rapidly, "Because it has too many problems," she spilled. "Oops. That is quite funny," Zoe mentioned, chortling softly the more she understood the relation of the joke to the answer Zara gave her. "One more," Zara said again. "Okay," Zoe answered with great interest, while she finally began to drink from the glass of drink that had been offered to her.

Jade “Let’s do another one!” the bartender yelled. “What has two feet and hops but can’t walk straight?” “Kangaroo!” I yelled. “Chicken with disabilities!” yelled Conan as I laughed. “That’s not a thing.” “Yes it is. I’ve seen one back at the pack. It was a funny sight. Little fella couldn’t walk.” We argued on and on about the answer and I won again. For almost two hours after the bartender had led us away from the beach, we had been in the bar playing a game of question and answer. It had been nice having to stay with someone that wasn't a werewolf but was an ordinary human.

Their small talk was also getting boring. "What should we do?" Jake sighed and fell on the grass. "Guessing game." He sat up and nodded. "I'll start." "Is it a person?" She asked. He shook his head. "A place?" Again, a shake. "A person?" No. "How many letters is it?" "Four," he replied. "Is there an A?" "No." "Can you tell me its uses?" He smirked. "It will be obvious then." "Can you tell me a movie based on it?"

Jeanne was just so used to those jokes. “Ah, I have another one. Even Jeanne never heard of this,” said Ma. “Hit me up,” replied Jeanne. She looked forward to the joke. Aaron sipped the coffee. “Okay... Do you know why mushrooms like to party?” Asked Ma. This time the two of them stayed silent. “This one's hard,” said Aaron while thinking for the answer. “Cause they had those polka dots? I mean they got quite nice costumes there,” Jeanne tried to answer.

"And who knows, maybe I'll even remember it and tell it to someone else someday." Ida grinned. "Oh no, please don't subject anyone else to that joke. I wouldn't want to be responsible for causing anyone else's eyes to roll," she joked. Avery laughed. "Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. But, if you want to hear a real joke, I've got one for you." "Okay, hit me with it," Ida said, leaning in. "Why did the chicken cross the playground?" Avery asked. "I don't know, why?" Ida replied.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

Jeff jokes around and laughs his ass out. “Shut up,” “Shut up!” Both Seid and I yell at his not-so-funny joke.

“Just allowing momentary personality leaks.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She didn’t respond. But her smile, small, real, fleeting, was all the reply he needed. Later that evening, they played a game Joy called “Quickfire Honesty.” The rules were simple: ten random questions, ten seconds to answer each. No overthinking. Just say the first thing that comes to mind. “Favorite meal?” she asked, glancing at her watch to count down. “Anything with noodles,” Juda replied without hesitation.

But since he's mad at me, I figure a couple of them would be great. Quain looks up at me as I approach the bar. He's one of the few elves I grew up with that's still alive, and one of the fewer I call a friend. He flashes me a grin that would make most girls swoon. Not me. It just reminds me of the look on his face when he's dizzy. Or stoned. Most girls don't see that. 'Hey. How was today?' I perch in the stool and bow my head. 'The same. Except…' I look up and whisper, 'I got some kingpeas'. The smile on his face disappears as fast as his genn, the hare. 'A jest', he says, 'A joke, right?' I hold his eyes for a while, long enough to let him know I'm not joking.