Skeleton Jokes Novels & Stories

Skull muttered. Jaxon sighed again, longer this time. Harry and Rohan were biting their lips, trying not to laugh. “An ear and an eel are not the same thing, Skull,” Jaxon said, already getting irritated. Skull shrugged. “I meant the smiley.” “The smiley?” Rohan repeated. “Yes. Smiley. You know, like comparing things.” That was it. Harry and Rohan could not hold it anymore, they burst into loud laughter. Jaxon had to crack a grin too. Skull, as usual, was a disaster.

Leesa had to give the guy credit. He didn’t seem to let the catcalls and groans bother him. He either had the thickest skin in the world, or he thought the derision was in some twisted way an approval of his act. His jokes were new, but were equally as dumb as the last time. She wondered if he wrote the stuff himself or got it from some website—stupidjokes.com, maybe.

"What happened to you ... Why are you acting like that ...? Devora asked one of the skeleteton ghost like a crying child. Jin, who was with us behind Anna, couldn't stop laughing either. He laughed heartily because of the funny look of the skeleton ghost warriors. It was as if ten hands were tickling him with the intensity of his laughter. lol "Master Jin! you're so bad ..." Devora said while crying because she was disappointed that Jin was also laughing at her skeleton ghost warriors. In an instant the whole army of skeleton ghost warriors gathered around Devora, as if they were asking what Devora was going to order. "You're annoying! Why do you look like a comedian!" Devora shouted, "Get o

I argued. "But it is so clear in your face," added Miguel. "Just say it out girl before someone snatches him away." "That's not my business," I chided. "But to be frank, I don't like his skeleton assistant," I whispered to them and they laughed ignoring everyone around us. I joined them as well. "Skeleton?" Manuel repeated the word again and caused us to laugh again. "Yeah, don't you think so? Tell me who will like a skeleton girl like that and she thought she is pretty."

She then widened her eyes seeing the person earlier lying coldly on the floor. She gazed at the skeleton then to the corpse, confused. Did the undead kill her instead? However, the possibility of that happening was absurd. How could they kill their own master? Hellion let out a cold laugh as it echoed inside the room. She glanced at the skeleton in front of her and motioned it to step forwards. The skeleton rattled as it looked at her wagging finger. It was a bit confused but it obediently walked towards her and stand closer to her. Hellion laughed again, this time she felt ridiculous at the fact she could called out and order a skeleton.

Brute force with an empty skull. A few of the other guys joined in, tossing back their own crude jokes as they stripped off sweat-soaked jerseys and peeled away pads. My fingers kept trembling, but I worked the laces faster, hoping no one noticed. The worst thing you could do in this locker room was stop, freeze up, and let them see how the words hit you. That was blood in the water, and these guys were sharks who didn’t know how to leave a wounded animal alone. Usually, I didn’t care about the jokes, hell I joined in most times, but it just felt fucking different today.

"Alright, fine. If you won't smile, I'll have to tell you my top-tier jokes. What do you call a fake noodle?" Elena had blinked, her stern frown flickering for a split second. "What?" "An impasta." She had stared at me in absolute, stony silence for three whole seconds. "That is terrible. That is the worst joke I've ever heard." "Okay, okay, tough crowd," I had grinned, my dark eyes sparkling with wicked delight as I stroked her cheek. "Why don't scientists trust atoms?" "Jaxx, please stop…" "Because they make up everything."

Noah I couldn’t stop replaying it. Not the game. Not practice. Not even Jessa’s smile when she leaned into me like she belonged there. It was the stupid joke. The one line I tossed out without thinking, because that’s what Jackson and I do. We’ve been ripping on each other since we were ten years old. It’s muscle memory at this point — sarcasm and shoves and laughing through everything that gets too heavy. Except this time it didn’t land the way it used to.

“It is customary to bow in his presence.” “Yeah? Well, it’s not my custom.” It might read like I said this in cool, off-hand kind of way, but I didn’t. It was said in a mumbling, bitter voice. Even with all the people staring at me, my mind was still on Captain Genocide and the Avengers of Doom, so I wasn’t really focused on my current situation. “Do you think you could try, just this once?” asked Skeletor. “For appearance’s sake?” He looked like the kind of guy who arranged public floggings and executions, but actually he sounded more like a slightly exasperated uncle.

he replied, a voice full of sarcasm. The man laughed. “I didn’t know that Zero Cohen could joke.” Zero grinned. “Now you know. Also,” he drinks into his beer, eyes in front, “I can easily crack a bone if someone will keep on disturbing me,” he added. The man’s eyes widened and scoffed. “Dude, we’re—” “One…” he interrupted. The man chuckled. “Come on—” “Two…” The bartender who had just finished putting one glass on the other side of the bar counter went in front of the man.