Bad Pun Jokes Novels & Stories

Jolene tries to make her feel better, “You know what they say about bad boys, right?” Tonya eagerly shouts, “Run, girl run!” Jolene rolls over and laughs, “No!” She is gasping for air while she continues, “A real bad boy makes a real good man!” Tonya sighs, “Great so he will be horrible but there’s hope for our son!” Jolene laughs even harder as she tries to explain herself, “No, what I’m saying is the bad boys often turn into really good men.” Tonya isn’t thrilled, “That’s rubbish and this isn’t funny!”

Of all Terban’s jokes, this one is the funniest. "Sh*t," Chaylen gasped in disbelief. Even Kyle, who rarely swears, was told, "F*ck it." Vincent, who guessed that it was just an act even from the beginning, chuckled. He thought what Terban said was impossible, so he assumed that maybe he was telling a lie. "Good job," Vincent praised Terban as he offered his hand for a high five. Terban looked at Vincent, smiled back and then accepted his high-five.

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.

"I swear, you are such a ding-a-ling!" "Will you stop hitting me?!" he growled, rubbing his head again. "I'm already dumb and you are making it worst!" As much as I was annoyed with my best friend, I couldn't help but laugh at his statement. True, Wade is a bit slow, but he isn't that retarded slow; but for making him admit to himself that he's dumb, it's just taking the piss. Oh, the idiocy of it all... "Glad to be some amusement to you," he said, clearly annoyed. "Geez, I might as well make a career out of being a human punching bag."

“Almost. Then I remembered I’ve got a mean right hook.” “Congratulations,” she muttered, stitching him up. “You punched your way into an infection.” His mouth quirked. “You’re funny when you’re mad.” “I’m not mad.” “You’re mad.” She tied off the last stitch harder than necessary, earning a hiss from him. “If I were mad, I’d let you rot.” “See?” he said. “Mad.” She pulled off her gloves and tossed them into the trash. “You’re patched. You can leave now.”

I was already minding my business before he decided to ruin my life again. Despite my anger, I knew better than to say a word out loud. I learned hard the first time. I clenched my jaw to bite down a retort. Scratch that. Make it plural. Bully. Asshole. Useless fucking jerk. Oh the words were on the very tip of my tongue, but I dared not. At least not in front of him yet. He tossed the football back to his friend and leaned back against his car. I wanted to punch him six ways into next year–and my pathetic self for even choosing that moment to notice how infuriatingly perfect he looked.

His face was literally shaped like that of a person cursed always to be unhappy. I shrugged, displaying my open palms. "Just twice a week. I'm pretty reasonable on Sundays." Damian looked baffled, and then an expression of utter disgust crossed his face as his brows drew together, displaying lines on his forehead. "That's…was a joke, you were supposed to find that funny," My voice trailed. "I guess not. Keep your eyes on the road, then. You might find something that spikes your humor there." "I see no reason to. It's not like you're one of those scared to die."

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

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.

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