Novel & Cerita You Re So Skinny Jokes

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

"You don't have to lie. Bennett might actually catch up to me in looks if this keeps up. I need to work out. Hike, or something." "Do they not let you go outside?" "Depends on the day." Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Really?" "No. Why is everyone taking my jokes so seriously? Am I not funny anymore?" "Well seeing as you were never funny in the first place..." "What? I'm hilarious." "Yeah, maybe to people that like dad jokes." "I don't tell dad jokes-" "Is that what we're really here to discuss though?" Sebastian interjected, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

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.

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

“110.2 pounds. Why?” “Do you barely eat? A guy with that low of a weight could be a problem.” I provoked him, adding my thoughts on his physique. “You’re too skinny.” “Why are you even commenting on my weight and appearance? I don’t like criticism, and if it bothers you, don’t look at me while you talk.” “You should understand my point. I’m not criticizing or uncomfortable; it’s just that…” I paused, thinking hard to put my words together. “I knew a guy like you. He died young due to malnutrition.”

I asked. “No, just you.” Did he think I was a glutton? His eyes finally glanced at me, a small smile forming on his lips. “You’re too skinny.” “Excuse me?” “I’m only stating facts.” “Mttcheeew,” I hissed, rolling my eyes. “You’re so annoying.” “Says the woman who ran out of the room because she was too scared she might throw herself on me.” I nearly choked on the water in my mouth.