Study Jokes Novels & Stories

They chuckle lightly at my joke and I'm glad it didn't go over their heads. “This is your first time meeting us”. One of the men says…I've genuinely forgotten his name and pack. “What do you think? Do you also think Fern is a dickhead?”. The Fern in question throws a butter knife, landing it perfectly between the man's hands on the table. “Shut up, Keren”. I can't tell if it's a joke but Keren doesn't flinch, just turns to me and shrugs in mock surrender. “I told you”. He says. The table chuckles again and I realize then that it must be a joke. What…a unique sense of humor.

Embarrassed, Zhuang Jia wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "What's wrong? Not funny?" The corner of Gu Yan's mouth twitched, "Does this count?" "Of course it counts, jokes are also considered storytelling!" Zhuang Jia bristled, a little depressed, feeling like she hadn't fired up the atmosphere. She threw the dice back on the table and said, "Come on, come on, keep going on!" The person with the smallest number of points for the second time was Jiang Chen.

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.

"Hugo, did you hear that? She told me to think about the consequences. Oh, I'm so scared." Only when she'd had her fill of laughing did she turn back to face me. "Jillian, what makes a swindling fake socialite like you think you can act so high and mighty in front of me?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm doing the world a favor by making sure you don't go out and prey on other men." I had completely lost my patience.

he replied with a big sigh. It was at least a good hour before the jokes settled down. It would've ended sooner, but someone downloaded an app to combine their photos to see what their children would look like and the jokes started all over again. Eventually, they got bored and moved on to other things; the occasional joke did come up, but it was mild in comparison to what they had to hear before. Krista and Cameron both made jokes of their own so they could at least be part of the joke and show it doesn't bother them.

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

I start before being cut off by the sound of the guy's voice. "We met at some party not too long ago. She beat my ass in beer pong." He laughs almost as if he were reminiscing on the night. A loud and obnoxious laugh rips from Jack's chest, making it seem like he had just heard the funniest joke of his life as he looks at me with a shocked expression. "Oh, is that right?" Jack asks, lifting both of his eyebrows up at me in order to seem surprised, but I could tell that deep down he was growing upset.

It didn't help that I was wearing heels either. "Let me tell you a joke," Conner says. We all looked at him as he motioned us to come closer. "Can a kangaroo jump higher than the Empire State Building?" He gives us a moment to think before he bursts out laughing. "Yes, because the Empire State Building can't jump!" Conner raised his hand in the air with less coordination, demanding that he get a high-five for his terrible dad joke. He got a few nudges and pushed instead. If I were sober, I would have gagged a little, but since I was drunk, I am beyond the point of caring and laughed for the sake of it.

“Whatever you’re doing at ‘work’ tonight… hurry home. Both of you can fuck me senseless for all I care.” I snorted at my own joke, then immediately winced because yeah, that was a weird thing to say even alone. Little did I know how soon that joke was going to bite me right in the ass. And how much I was going to enjoy it when it did. [ You might be reading this wrong, but trust me, the real thrill is still ahead.^^]

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