Q And A Joke Novels & Stories

When my joke lands she tilts her head back to laugh, shaking her head as she looks at me. "You're ridiculous." She says. "You're smiling." I respond. She gives me that warm look again and I wonder what's going through her mind at this moment. "You got any other ones?" She asks and I wrack my brain for any other dad jokes. "Um... The circus lion ate the clown but didn't finish." I say. "Why?" She asks. "Because he tasted funny." I respond and Harper chuckles again. "More." She teases, but I just shrug.

They had done it so long both of them were a little hoarse now. Then.. Alan started in with his jokes again. “What’s a well balanced horse called Emily?” He asked. “Oh goddess.” She said. “Stable.” Alan told her while laughing. She didn’t know if he actually believed these jokes were funny, or if he was laughing at how ridiculous they were. “What did the triangle say to the circle?” He asked her. “I can’t say that I know Alan.” She said. “You’re pointless.” He answered. Then he grinned really big as she rolled her eyes at him.

This was way above our league. We ordered, and while we waited, he kept the jokes coming, each one dumber than the last. “What do you call cheese that isn’t yours?” he asked, his grin wide. I rolled my eyes. “Nacho cheese. Come on, Liam, I’m mourning, not a five-year-old.” “Right, right. My apologies, ma’am. I’ll stick to the sophisticated ones. What did one plate say to the other?” “I have no idea,” I said, rolling my eyes.

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.

Just in case I had better double check with Dante before I tell everyone. Once Dante gives me the go ahead to let that secret out as well, I have a few people gather around. Pretty soon there should be many more spectators once they all learn what I am doing. "Hey Quin, what is your favorite animal?" I ask him. "Crocodile!" He shouts back. "Alright, well make some room then." I tell everybody surrounding us.

My smile widened as I mindlessly took off my jacket setting it down on the leather seat. I clung to Dalton chatting with him as Enzo thought it was the time for the like of the day as he called it. It was one of those stupid habits that we had going on as kids and it kinda stuck with us and Enzo was the one with the shittiest and corniest jokes. I braced myself to hear one of his dad jokes, Dalton was holding in his laugh at the eager look on his brother's face already. "What do you call a joke without a punchline?"

At my sudden question, Cassius stared at me. “...” “Because their horns don’t work,” I said and chuckled. “...” He blinked his eyes as is he finally realized that I am saying a joke. But it felt awkward that he did not smile a bit. And so, I thought of another joke that made me laugh so hard before. “I g-got into a fight with someone last night and it was totally my fault.” “...” “Because I was asked what was on the TV. And I answered, dust.”