Skeleton Jokes Novels & Stories

Jun snorted for the second time "No one knows what they were fighting inside that wall except, of course of the rumors of skeletons," it was Marcus who said that, "I know for sure it was laziness that keeps their watch on that wall. Skeletons. Such absurdity. Dead is dead. All of you know that." Marcus laughe

(Paul) "You think cursed could spread like a plague?…well, I can get it why you think that way..if you become skeleton why not everyone becomes a zombie right?..". I guess this guy was too ignorant, but can't really blame him for that. "Wait…I think I know who's the Anchor is!!….".(Paul) The befuddle skeleton suddenly snapped from his thought and looked at me. "Who?..".

I couldn’t see his face, not that it would make a difference since he had no face, but I wondered if my question made him sad. “I’m not much of anything,” he said. “Just a guy who fucked up and was cursed to live for all eternity. But not in a cool, sexy way, like a vampire. Just cursed to slowly rot and erode. Eventually I’ll just be dust, when these bones start to disintegrate in millions of years.” “That sounds… lonely,” I said. I couldn’t explain it, but I was starting to feel genuinely bad for this strange talking skeleton. He shrugged. “You get used to it. That’s why I decided to hang out in that anatomy lab. I like seeing all of the students come and go.”

Trunks, surprisingly, was a master at bumper cars and the claw machines. “How are you so good at this?” Angelique asked, impressed. “Have you been to a fair before?” “Hmmm… yes. With Suhee,” he said casually. “Ah… okay.” Angelique frowned slightly, the joy on her face dimming for a second. Sensing the awkwardness, Trunks tried to save the moment. “Do you know why skeletons don’t fight each other? They don’t have the guts. Haha.” Angelique gave him a seriously? look.

“It’s too dangerous.” The man doesn’t laugh. He just looks at me more closely, narrowing his eyes ever-so-slightly. “I’m lucky my ankle didn’t break,” I say. My first joke didn’t make him laugh, so I double down. “I probably already have osteoporosis.” “You don’t look any older than me,” he says, frowning slightly. “How old are you?” “25.” A laugh bubbles out from my chest. As I’m laughing, Cynthia makes her way over to me. “There you are! And – ah! You are here too.” She smiles, first to me, then to my unlikely savior.

I stand up and start walking out deliberately slow, and say, “I was just drawing my brother and the room felt weird, so I asked if he was there with me. That’s when the skeleton moved.” Thinking that the whole thing is funny, he cracks a smile and I catch him. I smack his arm and yell at him, “Stop laughing at me and take that thing out of my room. I don’t ever want to see it again.” Once we get back to my room, I refuse to go in until he removes the skeleton from my door. After he takes it down, he leaves with it and then comes back a few minutes later, saying as he patronizes me, “See. No harm. It’s all been taken care of now.”

Let's listen to it. Jake started telling a string of progressively awful jokes. They were terrible. Puns and dad jokes that caused me to groan and roll my eyes. However, I still ended up laughing. Jake's excitement was contagious, similar to a harmless virus that transmitted happiness rather than illness. What is the reason for scientists not having faith in atoms? Jake inquired, his eyes sparkling. I nodded, preparing for the joke's finale. "Because they constitute everything!" Jake's delivery of the line was so joyful that I couldn't resist laughing.

“Don’t you mean fangtastic?” “I most assuredly do not.” His face was now stern. I rolled my eyes. “OK, got it. Dick jokes are OK but vampire jokes are not. Touchy much?” His mouth was drawn in a thin line “Funny jokes are acceptable. Others should be met with the derision they deserve.” There was a pregnant pause and all silly jokes and puns rushed out of my head, so I settled for rolling my eyes at him as I jumped off the bar stool instead. “Do you have anyone you need to let know you’ll be away?” he asked