You Re So Skinny Jokes Novels & Stories

“Eeek! We’re going to a party!” “Yeah-ouch! Get your fat ass off of me! You’re crushing me!” I yelled in a muffled voice from beneath her. Actually, she wasn’t anywhere near fat, she was just as skinny and small as I was, but I've always loved to call her like that. It was more like a stupid joke between us. She burst into a fit of laughter, quickly rolling off of me, now laying down right next to me, removing the strands of her jet black locks fallen over her face.

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?"

"Can't you control yourself? We already gave you money before. Can't you go find some other woman to satisfy your urges? We're in the middle of serious business here, and all you can talk about is women. Are you not right in the head? If you really can't control yourself, I'll help you out. How about that?" The skinny man forced a grin and remained silent, even taking a few steps back. The leader's mention of helping out was accompanied by a pointed stare at the man's lower body. He even held that sharp little knife a little tighter. He might not have much of a future to look forward to if he were to mention having some fun with Claudia again. "I was just kidding with you. You go on with you

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

I retort, my tone dripping with disdain as I shoot a glare at the man before me, hating everything about him. But he just chuckles, seemingly unfazed by my words. "Just giving Joseph a trip down memory lane, we were friends, right, skinny Joe?" he replies, his smirk widening. Joseph's response is surprisingly calm as they clink their glasses. "Of course," he says, seemingly unaffected by Tim's jabs. I can't hold back my frustration as I turn my attention back to Tim. "Why do you keep making jokes about his appearance?" I ask, trying to maintain a sweet tone despite my growing annoyance.

She asked, pinching his cheek gently. "That's impossible.I've been practicing jokes.”Matteo grinned proudly. "Oh… really?" "Yes… I have seventeen already." "Should I be worried?"Sofia asked, looking toward Lorenzo. "Yup! You should be very worried." "They're terrible," Marco added. "Noo… they're masterpieces," Matteo corrected. "Alright, I'll be the judge of that," Sofia said. "Good. I'll save the funniest one for you,” He said, leaning close and whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear.

I pacified him and that made him cheer up as he thumped around in my head making me chuckle inwardly. “So this is your mate huh ? How pathetic’, Zang continued wickedly and taunted San. “Really San. I am amazed how do you even put up with his enormous flab and tiny weiner or is it that you have to top him all the time ?” Zang laughed even more wildly at his own jokes. Why the fuck does everyone assume that I have a small weiner ? It is not even scientific. Uneducated assholes.

He said it in a childish tone. "Oh really, but I though your name was Caleb." Jazz replied playing along. "Oh no, I am not Caleb. He disturbs people who want to be left alone but ME, I am Mr. Laughter people enjoy my company." "Oh really?" "Yes." He said it continuing the same innocent tone in his voice. "Shall I tell you a joke?" "Please go on." "Once there was an old man who died at a very young age hahaha..." He ended his short joke with his own laughter

He added proudly, unzipping a black bag that was at the verge of ripping due to being overly filled money. Skinny man nodded slowly, clearly pleased. " Two thousand" Skinny said finally, " We are progressing" " Progressing?" The man questioned in disbelief, " For a whore?" He snorted dismissively. " Two thousand! Anyone else?" Skinny questioned in his cold, dead tone "Anyone else interested?" His icy gaze landed on me, making me feel like his eyes burned holes into my flesh. " Do something! Turn, flirt, stick your damn tongue out. Don't just stand there" He muttered at me provocatively.

He came with a glass of juice and oatmeal. “Am I looking fat?” I asked. “No, you are so thin,” He said sitting beside me. “Ohh, thank God,” I said wiping my fake fear on my forehead. “Why did you ask,” He asked, looking at me in concern. I love him whenever he wears casual around me. “I am not pregnant,” I said, taking a glass of juice from his tray. “How did you know,” He asked. “I am not looking fat” I took one sip. “You are a little fat around your boobs,” He said after a few minutes.