Youre So Ugly Jokes Novels & Stories

eat? "Then, the big fish said, 'I... like... to... eat... small... fish... that... talks... slowly.' "After that, the small fish said, 'Oh, no!'" Nobody made a sound after Stella told the joke. Stella also thought that it was kind of a bad joke. So, she coughed and said, "Is it not funny?" Vermont showed his support. "No, it's hilarious." However, Keegan said sarcastically, "Do you mean ridiculous?"

I have never been more insulted in my life, did he just refer to me as ugly? "Wow, that's so rich coming from you. If I am ugly, then what are you? Have you seen yourself lately because as far as I am concerned, there is nothing attractive about you... You are big for nothing, your big body frame is exactly a replica of an estate gate, you are definitely far from being attractive." I stated. If I am being honest, he is handsome and I love his size, I am actually attracted to chubby guys but he just insulted me and I can't let him get away with it.

“I’m ugly? You’re rotten from the inside.” She giggles at the guy. “Ooh, are you going to tell me that you have a good soul and I have a bad one and that you’ll get all the good things in life because of that good soul of yours?” She chuckles so loud that everyone turns to stare, including Alessandro and his posse. “What a joke! Everyone knows that it’s the way you look and carry yourself that gets you far in life. You wish you had even a fraction of my beauty and status, but sorry, hun, you’ll never be like me.”

“Mr. Fredric just left.” “Where did he go, you idiot?! Don’t play with me. I know he’s right next to you—put him on the phone!” “I’m not lying. If you don’t believe me, let’s video call.” Laughter erupted from her end, sounding like a wicked witch from Sleeping Beauty. Honestly, she was scarier than Maleficent.

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 said, chuckling. Me, funny? I'm gorgeous, actually! He's the ugly one. "Yeah, so sorry, Ugly Zac, you're stuck with my beauty!" I said with a sassy attitude, flipping my hair for extra drama. The idiot just laughed even harder! "Stop it. I'm going to die laughing! Is that our endearment?" He asked, still chuckling. "What do you mean?" I replied, confused. "The 'ugly' thing? Is that what we call with each other?" He asked innocently.

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.

After a long while, realizing no one was coming to comfort him, Ulrik wiped his face haphazardly and looked up. The tears had washed through the grime on his face, leaving comical mud streaks. Ellen couldn't help it; he let out a short, quiet laugh. "You think I'm a clown too, don't you?" Ulrik laughed miserably. "It's fine. I am a joke. I'm the most pathetic clown in the capital." Ellen nodded, then immediately shook his head. "Why won't you go back to your pack?" Ulrik poured himself two more glasses.

Gimme a joke like- What do you do with dead elements? You Barium! That's a good joke now! No it isn't. Shutup. Two hours of my life were wasted listening to that and when I got home and was asked the questions of my whereabouts, I had to lie to my parents, which made me feel so terrible and now here Mason was, by my locker, not looking like me, who had to suffer those two hours of torture alone with his green eyes and perfectly styled, soft - looking brown hair and- What in the world am I doing?

They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral. George was shaking in rage. He stepped ahead, trying to confront Zack, but he shoved George into the shoe cabinet. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." Zack scoffed. Mockery was oozing from his tone. George was groaning in pain, and color was draining from his face. I held him and called the maid to help us out. This was an emergency.