So Dumb Jokes Novels & Stories

" Shmue questioned, still staring at me. It made me wince a bit, but I didn't show it and simply kept unpacking the food on the table one by one. While secretly praying to God that Shmue will not notice anything unusual about me. "Yes, but why are you having trouble with the squirrel?" Dum questioned solemnly, and hearing Dum refer to me as a squirrel. Squirrel? I was irritated when I heard Shmue bust out laughing at what he heard Dum call his secretary. Dum, how could you compare me to a squirrel? As though I'm much more attractive with that ridiculous animal.

HOW COME YOU ARE SO DUMB? Will_the_devil REASON NUMBER 1: I WAS BROUGHT UP IN A PALACE. REASON NUMBER 2: I NEVER CAME IN CONACT WITH ANY OTHER KID FROM OUTSIDE OF THE PALACE. REASON NUMBER 3: I NEVER HAD FRIENDS AND NEVER FELT THE NEED TO LEARN THIS GEN Z VOCABULARY. I_pooped :000 THAT'S KINDA SAD, YOU KNOW. Will_the_devil ... I_pooped

how have you been I'm being in hell you dumb fellow let me come out I will poke your face and eat your flesh strange voice : I never thought I will meet one more dumb fellow both brother and sister duo is dumb me : you fool how dare you to call me and my sister dumb you dumb, your mom dumb, your dad dumb, your grandpa dumb, your grandma dumb whole family dumb dare to call my sister and me as dumb I will slit your skin and feed to my co birds remember you nasty guy strange voice : god it's better if you shut your mouth me : where is my sister what you did to her

A clear voice cut him off. I slowly raised my hand and stood up from the back row. “I want to apply too.” The classroom went completely silent for a moment. Then it burst into laughter. “Xena? Is she crazy? She wants to take the provincial exam with a 20-point score?” “She’s just there to make up the numbers, right? Haha.” “She probably can’t even remember the formulas. She’ll just embarrass the school.” Mr. Watson’s smile froze. His brows came together into a deep frown.

Dumb right? I bumped into someone when I took the next turn sending their drink flying out of their hand, and all over my shirt. I reached for her hand to hold her steady, she almost slipped. “Oh, my God, you have no idea how sorry I-” The woman did not even let me land. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING? ARE YOU STUPID, OR DUMB, OR JUST PLAIN BLIND?”

as in may S-A-K-I-T I don't feel like fighting, I mean fighting that is tweaked and juggled-- this is a beating heheh, what are you guys thinking about? "What makes you think I'm stupid!?" How did you know? yes, you're really stupid hubby but even so, I didn't regret marrying you because you look like my luck-- Let's not talk about his brain because it's empty, promise I opened it the other day and I was surprised because I didn't see any brain inside his head. Joke, that's just a dream, what are you doing? If I did that, hubby would be dead by now. I don't want him to die yet because I know he's going to die and I'm going to die, it's just a joke again, of course he's going to die, he's not

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?”

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?"

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

Stupid fools! ***