Super Funny Jokes Novels & Stories

“Yeah well, my sleeping pattern has been off-balance lately, so it's only natural that my eating habits will change too. And geez, I can't help being hungry all the time.” “I think you should cut back on the food a little. At this rate, you'll end up being the biggest person I know.” He teased, poking her belly. “You're such a dick.” “But you still love this dick.” “Are you serious right now? Tell me, does it look like I’m in the mood for any of your crap?” “Whoa, it was just a joke.” “Don't joke like that. Some jokes that are funny, right? And others that are just not ok. Guess which category yours falls into.”

The crowd covered their ears as they stared at him. "Now let's play daddy jokes." He started, his voice changing immediately from that of a serious business man's to that of a cocky child's. "What do you call a soup made with Lion?" He asked, grinning with expectation and when the hall was silent, began to laugh hysterically, clapping his hands and pointing at everyone. "King of soups!" He shouted to everyone's dismay and immediately, the shuttle sounds from the cameras increased, every media outlet capturing and recording as much as they could.

he said gently. “I’m not jealous,” she denied. “You know, I have a joke,” he suddenly said cheerfully. “What is it?” “What does a doctor give to a sick bird?” he asked. She bit her lower lip before answering. “What?” “Tweetment!” he replied, laughing. Because of that, she slowly gave in and laughed along with him. “That’s so corny,” she commented while laughing. “I have another one. What key opens a banana?” “What?” “Monkey!” They both laughed at the same time, and the irritation she had felt earlier was completely replaced with happiness.

“You’re like a sister to me. So, fuck it. Any other girl? Hell no.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity hitting me full force. “You know what? You’re hilarious, Nelly. I remember when you were still so dry, making those lame jokes about ‘six seven’ and cracking up when no one else found it funny. Good old days.” “Huh? My jokes were actually funny, girl.” She poked my side playfully, feigning offense. “Your humor—and everyone else’s—was definitely broken.” “Yeah, sure,” I dragged out, giggling. “Six-seven,” I teased again, mimicking her old deadpan delivery.

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

"You ordered a latte and spilled it on your shirt. All over your shirt. It was everywhere. You looked like a disaster. A beautiful disaster. The most beautiful disaster I'd ever seen." "Because you made me laugh. Because you told that terrible joke. The one about the chicken crossing the road. The one I still don't find funny." "Because you're easy to make laugh." "Because you're funny. You're the funniest person I know. You always have been. You always will be." He smiles. The almost smile. The one that reaches his eyes. The one I've been waiting to see for three years. The one I thought I'd never see again. The one that makes everything okay.

And then, because the universe apparently has a fucked-up sense of timing, I started laughing. It came out low at first, a wet sound that caught in my throat. Then it grew more breathless, half-sob and half-hysteria. More tears spilled down my cheeks, while this awful, helpless laughter bubbled up out of me. Now this, I thought, wiping at my face with the back of my wrist even as more tears came. This is what you call a joke. Something that’s actually fucking funny.

"Why were you crying at the park bench that night?" "Austin got his second Jordan while my gift under the christmas tree was invisable. They didn't get me anything just like the year before and i got upset." He looked at her after snorting laughter. "What is so funny?" She asked "Not getting a gift on christmas is a slap yo the face when you're a kid and you know it." He nodded his head in agreement then shoot another question. "So if you go to the new owners, wouldn't they give you an address or a phone number?"

he says making me laugh so loud, that everyone in the restaurant turned to look at me. "I'm sorry," I blush, that was embarrassing. "Don't be, you're okay, laugh all you want and if they look at you, I'll stab them with my bat knives," he says and I laughed again, I couldn't help it. "What's your superpower?" I ask him, it's one of the most famous jokes about Batman. "I'm rich," he said and I laughed again, the waiter came toward our table and I was sure he was going to tell me off for laughing this loudly, this is an establishment and not a place for me to be laughing like this.

I choke in my laughter when Derek lets out an angry growl and I sink further inside my hoodie while Dylan starts counting the specks of dust on the floor and Dean find the light fixtures very interesting all of a sudden. “Bad joke?” I say fully knowing the answer. “Horrible” Derek answers back immediately clenching his jaws, I really can’t disagree with him, that was so fucking awkward but at least he is not looking at me like I’m so broken? Yes…I’ll take that as a win. Sophia burst out laughing and we all snap our heads to look at her. Did she find my joke funny? “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep it in any longer, the look on your faces…. Hahaha, and Derek’s “Horrible” ” she says trying to imitate