Your So Ugly Jokes Novels & Stories

"You, you think so highly....*sniffs*... of y-yourself!" "H-how dare you, how dare you cheat on me!" "Y-You think...*sniffs*... that you're the only guy on earth? No, no, d-dream on! Y-you're the ugliest! Y-you look like, like a monster! M-monster! Ugly monster!"

"I knew it! How could a fresh graduate like you possibly land a client as tough as Gilla Group on your own? Turns out all you did was just climb into Mr. Kapowsky's bed!" She turned to the pale-faced Miguel, convinced that she'd figured everything out. "Don't be scared, Miguel. He's just pretending to be all respectful. It's part of their bedroom kink. These rich older guys love these role-playing games nowadays. "You're such a slut, Macy. You really stooped to such disgusting lows just to land a project? And you even have the nerve to show off about it at a team dinner?" As soon as she said that, everyone else in the room suddenly seemed to come to the same conclusion as well. After all, wh

In the screenshot, Josh was telling his assistant that she looked ugly. This was merely a joke between the two of them at the time it happened.

"I think of a thousand clever things after the fact, but my general go to at the time is along the lines of 'well, so's your face'. It doesn't have the same sort of effect." "I love so's your face as an insult, it encompasses the general patheticness of the situation." I reply and we both grin at one another, finally spotting the four guys by the bar. We head over arm in arm and despite the glares from Booby and her cronies, I thoroughly enjoy the rest of the night and don't want it to end.

She simply does not give a fuck. Jules sips his juice rather loudly “And you wonder why I don’t associate with that gender, they are savages” he shrugs. “uhg not you too” I take a big bite out of my burger ignoring their snickers “ that’s it I need new friends you too are fake as fuck”

“Don’t you mean fangtastic?” “I most assuredly do not.” His face was now stern. I rolled my eyes. “OK, got it. Dick jokes are OK but vampire jokes are not. Touchy much?” His mouth was drawn in a thin line “Funny jokes are acceptable. Others should be met with the derision they deserve.” There was a pregnant pause and all silly jokes and puns rushed out of my head, so I settled for rolling my eyes at him as I jumped off the bar stool instead. “Do you have anyone you need to let know you’ll be away?” he asked

"Even your friend is always trying to act cute around me, she's just too young." "Right. Their lives would be ruined if you entertained them," she chuckled, "as if you're really handsome." "I'm handsome, it runs in the family, look, we even look alike!" "Grandma, do we really look alike?" She asked her grandmother. "Unfortunately, dear, you do resemble each other," her grandmother replied. "Oh my God! I'm so ugly!! I might as well end my life than be ugly forever!" She joked. "You're really crazy!" Her uncle playfully choked her. "I'm the one at a disadvantage with your looks!"

While still holding the spatula in her hand, Auntie shook her head and went back to her cooking as I overheard a gentle laugh. He replied boldly, "I'm handsome. It's unlikely no one will fall for me or like me." When I heard that, my nose wrinkled. Aw, what a chump. He keeps on bragging about his looks when he recently joined their school's soccer team. Val hit him right away. He complained, "Stop that. Could you kindly throw your socks in the garbage, they stink!" He looked insulted. I chuckled to myself as I observed them both. He pouted and said, "Dearest bro! Don't do that. You can still wash it. You're being dramatic." He is really ugly and resembles Lucifer's offspring.

someone yelled. "I won’t shut up until someone answers!" Lucas shouted back, clearly enjoying the attention. "We don’t know and we don’t care, so shut the hell up, Lucas!" another voice barked. "Wrong! It’s called Lemon-aid! Get it? Like the drink?" The groan this time was even louder. "Dad jokes are never, ever funny," Elodie muttered, shaking her head.

It was still there, but lighter. “Yeah, pushy, that’s her,” he agreed. “My type? Girls who laugh at my jokes. Even the bad ones. And don’t mind if I suck at dancing.” “Your jokes? All bad, man,” I teased. I stretched my leg out and shoved his swing with my foot. It twisted to the side and he yelped. “Hey! Not all,” he shouted, trying to shove me back with his own foot. “Remember that one about Jax and the pizza? Gold.”