Your So Fat Jokes Mga Nobela at Kwento

HOW COME YOU ARE SO DUMB? Will_the_devil REASON NUMBER 1: I WAS BROUGHT UP IN A PALACE. REASON NUMBER 2: I NEVER CAME IN CONACT WITH ANY OTHER KID FROM OUTSIDE OF THE PALACE. REASON NUMBER 3: I NEVER HAD FRIENDS AND NEVER FELT THE NEED TO LEARN THIS GEN Z VOCABULARY. I_pooped :000 THAT'S KINDA SAD, YOU KNOW. Will_the_devil ... I_pooped

"Gyming only makes you fit! And excessive diet can make you sick!" "STOP SCREAMING" "So what if you're fat!?" He continue screaming. Standing six feet away from me. With eyes surrounding us. Even some animals seem to stop. "You're not just chubby. You're pretty and smart too" I'm grinning now "And not everyone can be both!" "Aaaaaawwwn" Those collective admiration wasn't from me. It's from the people watching "I'm fat, pretty and smaaaart!" I say back. An acceptance for myself than a reply to him.

Justin asks being irritated, “they contain heat, fat, calories, most of the middle age people are dying because of a heart attack” “Look at me I grow up eating those, though I maintain my diet with vegetables, enough for the body not like you eating like a patient and still I am fit my heart, my BP are all perfect and about my body, I have no fats”. Justin said this all in just one breath as he took one deep breath before asking, “are you eating like a sick person because you wanted to lose those unwanted fats on you” Justin again said and this time he pointed his finger to Ella’s curvy chest.

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.

They always have excuses. “I’m not big, just big boned,” he said. Michael could fool himself but he couldn’t fool the skinny kids. “I’m fat. Butterball fat,” he would tell the person staring back at him in the mirror, smart enough to know that no fat kid ever got thin unless they started calling themselves what they really were. “I’m Santa-Claus fat. I’m I-make-you-sick fat. I’m I-make-myself-sick fat.” He was something else also, but that was harder to say.

From the annoying high tone of the voice I could already tell who it was. "Adaeze" I said in a small voice. "Still haven't learnt to talk out ehn? Fatty" She teased with a bold smirk, her two friends behind her Runke and Hadiza released low chuckles clearly finding amusement in their friend making fun of me. "My name is not Fatty" I muttered lowly. She only laughed "Ehn but you are fat na, so the name fits perfectly" I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. You promised yourself you won't let it get to you anymore Rica.

he mocked. I can hear him calling me fat. This is so over the top, how dare he call me fat! That shouldn't be included in any way at all. I would love to kick his face, so he knows how dehydrated he looks. There won't be any blood coming out from his body even after kicking him.

Vincent pov I laugh so hard my eyes water. I haven't heard anything so ridiculous and stupid in a long time. The last time someone made me laugh like that was in high school. But the look on my Beta's face can only mean how serious his question was. I wipe away my tears and straighten my posture. Like a kid trying to look serious, I clear my throat a few times before speaking up. "That was a great joke, my friend, but warn me next time before you try to say something so absurd. One of these days, I might choke on a piece of food and die. Do you want it?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

“You don’t have to insult me just because you are not giving me the job.” “If you are offended about being called fat,” he said with a grin that needed to be arrested, “then lose some flesh, boy.” That was when the universe decided I hadn’t suffered enough. Some idiot sitting in the corner suddenly piped up, way too excited. “Yeah! We could dress him in a G-string, put some makeup on his face. He’d look like a woman. Might even pass!” The two of them burst into laughter like they had just invented comedy. My brain completely shut down. I wanted to grab the nearest tray and fling it at their faces like a deadly frisbee. I imagined it. Slow motion. Beautiful. Satisfying.

He deliberately said, “Oh no, oh no, I’ve turned into a big fatty.” “You’ve only gained a few pounds compared to before. It’s not a bad thing. Don’t act like the sky is falling.”