Riddle Jokes Novels & Stories

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

Not even a little bit? I moved back away from him and when I said nothing,he came around to stand beside me again,he held my hand and we continued walking. “I’ve been browsing through a number of jokes this couple of days.I think I’ve become a very funny man.” I suppressed my lips in a tight line.”You don’t say.” “How do you open a banana?”He asked. “You peel it open.”I shrugged. “No.With a mon-key.” I grimaced and when he saw I didn’t get the joke,he rattled out.

he says after a few minutes, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, “I’m really good at cheering people up. You wanna let me try?” “I don’t think anything is going to fix how I feel right now, Jack.” “Challenge accepted.” He grins, turning to look at me briefly. “Okay. What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?” I raise an eyebrow. “What?” “Sofishticated.” I burst out laughing, shaking my head. It was so stupid and so terrible, but it worked. “See?” He laughs, clearly proud of himself. “Told you I’m magic. One bad joke and you’re already smiling.”

The other two girls giggled, as well, and Riley chuckled. “No,” Cindy snickered. “I’m Cindy.” “Oh, that’s right,” Amy declared. “I forgot. Sorry. Go ahead, Cindy, tell us your joke.” “Okay. What did one casket say to the other casket?” Amy glanced at Riley, but the awareness in his eyes made her look away. “I don’t know,” she said. “What did one casket say to the other casket?” Cindy giggled. “Is that you coffin?” Amy laughed. The joke was funny enough on its own, but the impish look on Cindy’s face was even more amusing, making Amy laugh all the harder. “That’s a good one, Cindy.”

I'm being a middle schooler Stella again. Ryle then opens the door to the balcony and then shakes his head in disappointment. "For fuck's sake," he says before shooing something away. "What is it?" I say. He turns to me with those grays still dismayed. "There's no serial killer around." I sigh in relief. "Just a 'murder' of little crows," he adds, joking. "Got it?" I roll my eyes. "A dad's joke. Fun." "Was it?"