Study 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

"Nathalie, didn't I tell you not to come here? Why did you bring the children too?" I frowned. "Why did that man just now call her Mrs. Shaw?" Jerome was stunned momentarily, a look of panic flashing across his face. Just then, Miranda Jones—the one referred to as Mrs. Shaw—had just finished dealing with the people outside and entered the room. She quickly explained, "Nathalie, don't misunderstand. They're just joking around." Jerome also nodded. "Yes, they like to joke. You know there's nothing going on between me and her."

Green squealed annoyed, like the uncle in front of her wanted to come back to feel the handle of her umbrella that had landed on his shoulder a minute ago. "Don't take it so seriously, I'm kidding." "The joke of the uncles is sooo wierd!" Green said, carrying the two empty chicken stamp bowls. "Ohhh, so you want me to take you in serious?!" asked him ridiculously. "Don't be soo ridiculous." "I'm joking, but if you want to be serious it's okay." He did say he was joking, but it was obvious from his tone that the man meant what he had just said. "Sorry, no interest in the uncles," Green said while washed the dishes.

Dustin did not hold back and rebuked them. The mood in the private room immediately changed. No one expected that Dustin would get mad right away. “Aw, Dustin! You really can’t take a joke,” Gavin said with a frown. “I used to be your senior in high school. I only told the story to liven things up. I didn’t mean to make fun of you. Why are you so pressed?” “That’s right. It’s just a little bit of fun. How are you supposed to socialize with people if you can’t take a joke?” someone said unhappily.

"I hate jokes and there is not a single joke that I laughed at. I am a serious type of person and it makes me really annoyed when someone said a joke... especially when it's not funny at all!" "But don't judge the book by its cover! I am not trying to brag or anything of that nature... I am actually one of the best comedians in our pack. My talent to make others happy is unparalleled so I can make you happy even when you are at the saddest part of your life!" "Why don't you throw a joke so we can find out if you are really telling the truth or you are just bluffing!" Conan said. "Don't do it," I said with a firm voice. "Try to say one just and my hand will surely fly in your face without a w

Suppose if the seniors ask what's your name, they have to reply Myyyyyy Nammmmmeeee isssss pooojaa. * Show their dancing skills without any music. * The freshers were not supposed to laugh while another fresher was saying something or they would be punished. It was so damn funny to see all of them doing it. We have been doing it for the last 2 years and were enjoying this year too. One of my friends called a fresher to come to us. He was a bit scared but my friend told him to tell a joke until everyone in the room cracks up. This was not as easy as it sounds.

he joked. None of the students laughed or even cracked a smile—the joke wasn't funny at all. Yet, a loud, exaggerated laugh echoed through the room anyway. No one was surprised to see that it was Mr. Chan, desperately sucking up to his boss and laughing at a terrible joke just to stay on his good side.

I arched a brow. “Then I guess I have to name all 193 countries.” He smiled tight-lipped. “Don’t worry, I’m patient.” I fork my food as I kept staring at him while he does the same, “You’re really not going to leave me alone, are you?” “Nope.” He pops the P. “Alright, this knock knock joke is going to make you pee.” I placed my fork don to be attentive, “Okay, let’s hear it.” “How to make a tissue dance?” He smirks at me.

“Umm… Miss Gray, you know. I was only j…joking when I said that. I didn't mean it at all.” “Jokes,” Eve laughed. “How about I joke with your family’s business too?” “Wh..what?” “I like jokes and you like jokes too. That's perfect, right?”

"What did the grape say when the elephant stepped on it? Nothing, it just let out a little wine." "Please stop," Ashlyn laughed, covering her face with her hands. "Your jokes are getting worse." "My jokes are berry good, thank you very much." He grinned, clearly proud of himself. "Get it? Berry?" "I'm filing for divorce." "No, you're not. You love my dad jokes." "I tolerate them at best." Richard leaned forward, still holding the strawberry. "What do you call a fake noodle?" "Don't—" "An impasta!" Despite herself, Ashlyn burst out laughing. "That's it. I'm leaving."