Your So Fat Jokes Novels & Stories

Jun said suddenly. Charlotte rolled her eyes. “You did. You said it was because I’m fat.” Jun smirked. “No. I could manage if it were just fat. I really couldn’t keep up with the snoring, the drooling, the heaviness… and the fish smell—” Leo cut in sharply. “Saying all that when you stink just from looking at you is brave. Have you looked in a mirror? You’re fat too, yet you’re body-shaming someone else? How dense are you, man?”

TV is paused. Joey impersonates Zeke by saying, "This guy stood on Zeke's foot during the party, and Zeke was like watch it fatass," in a deep voice. The man responded, "Then why the fuck did you just call me? Zeke responded, "I called you a fatass," Then the man punched him, and Zeke beat the very hell out of him," Joey chuckles while clutching his gut. "Oh my God, you're fine, right?" I abruptly exclaim to Zeke. He flinches when I touch his nose and yanks my hand away.

Just now, the face of the beer belly fat man became very ugly, and he no longer showed his arrogance. This wave of slapping was cruel enough, and it slapped him in the face. Just a minute ago, the fat man with a beer belly yelled that Allen must be pretending to be forced. But they immediately swiped his card and slapped him in the face with the thought that he has a lot of money! For a moment, people's eyes were full of sarcasm when they looked at the fat man with a beer belly. Didn't you just say that his card didn’t have money?

The fat woman laughed. “Did he tell you this?” Joana asked as she was surprised. Since when did Joshua became so high profile? He was understood now, she nodded and said “Yes, he is indeed the owner of this mall.” Hearing this, the fat woman startled. Ian was also stunned. “interesting! Even if you don’t want to call your boss, you don’t have to say that any random person is your boss. Do you think that I’ll believe you? Let me tall you, even a fool won’t believe you!” the fat woman laughed out loud and almost lost it. This joke was hilarious to het.

He screamed ridiculously like a child. I covered his mouth with my hand. "Stop it... Flynn!" "Why should I?" "Just stop it! I'm not fat okay?" " Prove it," "How?" "Kiss me." I was dumbfounded. "No" "No?" "Yeah. How does that prove I am NOT fat?" "Because fat people kisses are so timid and light, not affecting and so boring." "Gosh you're such a womanizer!" "No I'm not." "Yes you are!" "You've even kissed fat ladies..."

“I feel bad that I called him fat. He’s far from it.” Max laughed. “You didn’t call him fat. You called him clumsy. I called him fat.” “True. I’ll make it up to John and bake some chocolate chip cookies.” “Keep that up, and we’ll all end up with giant booties, waddling around with chocolate crumbs decorating our shirts as sugar soars through our veins.” Abby chuckled at the mental image.

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

He quickly picked up the spoon, scooped the avocado, then fed it to my mouth. I closed my eyes in contentment, making a blissful expression. "Hmm... It's so smooth, and delicious!" Then I looked at him and said very seriously, "Do you think I'll get fat if I eat like this?" "No! Even if you do, it's okay. I enjoy your plumpness. More cushioning," he said with a wicked smile. "Hey! You're making dirty jokes again! Men are really... Why do you always think about that?" I jokingly scolded him.

Then someone in the crowd sneered, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that must be Sophia's sugar daddy. Showed up to defend her. She's not picky, is she. She'll take a guy in his fifties." The crowd erupted. Some covered their mouths, laughing. Others joined in openly. "Yeah, I heard she doesn't care about age. Maybe this old man's a regular too." The dean's expression tightened. He turned sharply toward the crowd. "All of you–shut your mouths!" He glanced at my injuries, his voice urgent.

embarrassed by my assumption. He smirked to himself and shook his head as if he was laughing at some inside joke. After a beat, he said, "I don’t make fat jokes. At least not normally. You just really pissed me off that day. I was already having a bad day and then you came at me full blast. Sorry about that." After a pause, he continued, "You actually have a really nice body if I'm being honest. It's too bad your personality doesn't match."