The Funniest Joke In The World Novels & Stories

"But I'm the worst joke teller in this universe." "No, I'm pretty sure I am. Then you go first." "Well, what happens if a wolf falls into the washing machine?" "Uh, I have no idea." "It becomes a wash and a werewolf." He then makes a BA-DUM-CHA sound with his mouth and bursts into a wide smile. He must know he's pulled the worst prank ever known to mankind, or he wouldn't be so proud. Even though it's stupid, I catch myself laughing anyway. Laughing until the tears flow, falling like rainwater washing my face and arms. Crying until it's impossible to stop, impossible to forget what lies ahead.

I said with deliberate calm, “all the evidence points to a so-called genius in the financial world who passed away some time ago.” I gave the reporters a knowing smile. “This genius was exceptionally skilled. He built a massive financial black hole using offshore shell companies and complex derivatives. “Unfortunately, heaven does not favor him.” I had not mentioned his name, but anyone who knew the truth would immediately think of Joseph Wells. An employee of Wells Group calling out the late brother of the company’s president was a story too big for the media to resist. As expected, the report spread like wildfire in financial circles after being sensationalized by the press.

Jasmine said. "Hold on, hold on! I've got a joke that might lighten the caloric guilt. Why don't scientists trust atoms?" Jonathan said with a pause before adding, "Because they make up everything!" "Just when I thought I had heard your corniest joke," Florence said and rolled her eyes. The others burst into laughter, their mirth contagious, which made Clare smile. "Okay, I got another one," the young earl said. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?... Well, because he was outstanding in his field!"

This was so comical that Vivian couldn’t restrain herself and burst out laughing. “Gosh!!! No!! That was so funny…” She hollered, holding her stomach… “Ha…ha…ha… Oh my God… that was ha…ha…ha… funnier than a joker…” Sandilo leaned forward and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ears saying, “I could play the role of a joker all my life if that is what makes you happy…” Vivian’s eyes teared up at this statement and she threw her arms around Sandilo…

RIDING The world goes silent around me. As if the earth knew what I had just said was sad and was mourning with me. “She lucked out before us then.” Leo said after a few minutes of silence. The old joke hits me so hard that I am gasping for breathe. “Yeah, yeah she did.” Gasps come from behind me, I don’t turn around to see their faces. They won’t understand that the joke helped me. Leo claps suddenly. “I am starved. Fish and chips?”

"Alex Cohen, who do you think you are? Why should I give you an explanation? What if I don't?" "Then I’ll just follow your way of doing things and beat you until you give one!" "Hahahaha...This is definitely the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life! Alex Cohen, looks like the decade or more of knowledge that you’ve learned didn’t change your fate. I’ll just hand over this task to my guys. I’ll make you realize profoundly that, no matter how armed with knowledge you are, when you run into a fist, it’ll hurt just as usual!"

I couldn't believe my ears. "You walked out of the restroom looking like a haunted avocado..." His eyebrows knitted together. "...A what?" "And then you decided the perfect thing to do was announce to the entire room that I should be in bed when you don't even know who it was on the other side! " "I was joking." I scoffed... " A joke is a joke when it's funny... It was no funny thing to like that... It was literally my brother on the other side and now he is misunderstanding the whole situation! "

I muttered, “if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t poison you. I’d shoot you instead.” Their mouths dropped open, and I realized too late that I shouldn’t be joking about something like that. A nervous laugh fell from my lips. “I—I was only joking. You’d be able to smell poison from a mile away, and I know you’ll get the gun away from me within seconds.” Devrim was the first to break the silence. “You humans have a sick sense of humour. I don’t really see what’s so funny in what you said.” “I’m sorry.”

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.

I could easily imagine Suzane Johnson writhing in a strange laugh when listening to this, simply by hearing the little pig snoring she let out when she got excited about one of my worst jokes. It was strange not to be able to return the same intensity of animation, although just so that she could not understand anything, I tried hard, and imitated a rehearsed sound of what was once an ironic laugh. I've never been the kind of person who struggled to be funny. I've never had much talent to be the silly court of a circle of friends. But I had a certain reputation for being the one who never let herself be shaken by the misfortunes of life. I always had a joke on the tip of my tongue to make so