Bi Jokes Novels & Stories

“Jesse, my man, which is why I’m encouraging you to talk some more! It doesn’t have to be about anything life changing. If you were me I’d say crack a joke but I don’t know if you even know any jokes.” “I know jokes.” His face lit up. “Oh yes? Tell me one then.” “Can you guess what the therapist said when I told my therapist I’m scared of dying alone? “Uh, no what?” “He said, “Most people don’t die with the company,” I said, chuckling. “Get it?” Rain looked at Matt. “Matt, am I supposed to laugh at that?” “Ideally someone is supposed to laugh when they tell a joke,” Matt said with a sigh. “Jesse, what have I told you about your morbid jokes?”

She may have a bit of stubborn and brat bones in her body. "You could have made it last time too if Lilith didn't made a total worthless joke about breathing in hell which had Grace laughing like a fool ." Emily scoffs remembering their stupidity that night. "It was funny though" Grace defends herself,It's not her fault that she finds stupid nerd jokes funny.

"You sure look better now." "And you look... worse." As far as jokes went, it was a lame joke, one that would not have made anyone event crack a smile normally, but it somehow managed to crack us both up. A second later, Silas and I were laughing like loons, laughing our heads off, clutching the counter to keep from toppling over. Silas stopped to burp and that set us both off again. Silas's unsteady hands poured us both a large glass of whisky.

Joe gave a little moan as the old guy fondled Bambi’s huge jugs. “She’s got a great rack eh buddy?” Joe said to the guy sitting on his left, smiling stupidly. “You can say that again,” the man nodded, sporting an equally stupid smile. “She’s got a great rack eh buddy,” Joe repeated with a laugh, Joe wasn’t exactly the funniest guy in the world, despite his own opinion of himself. The other guy grimaced at Joe’s poor attempt at humor and diverted his attention back to Bambi as she moved on to a young man’s lap and rubbed her warm cleavage in his face.

=== "Jason Momoa? Wooaahh... You must have felt like the moon had fallen on you when he entered your room, right?" I pouted in annoyance. "I'm serious, Biand. And he's so funny. I kept laughing because of his jokes, which are actually quite absurd." "If you can laugh because of his absurd jokes, that means he's worth considering," Biand replied, changing his face to be more serious. "Considered as an employee?" I asked confusedly.

"You don't have to lie. Bennett might actually catch up to me in looks if this keeps up. I need to work out. Hike, or something." "Do they not let you go outside?" "Depends on the day." Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Really?" "No. Why is everyone taking my jokes so seriously? Am I not funny anymore?" "Well seeing as you were never funny in the first place..." "What? I'm hilarious." "Yeah, maybe to people that like dad jokes." "I don't tell dad jokes-" "Is that what we're really here to discuss though?" Sebastian interjected, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Not me. I'm a bastard and straight, in case you forgot. I meant anyone else who isn't an obsessive idiot stalker." The tension spiked, sharp and hostile. For a moment, I considered lunging across the table and breaking his jaw. I could tell from the way the human's fists tightened he'd welcome it. He was actively taunting me. But then Conan raised a hand between us and blurted out: "Okay! Okay. How about a joke I've heard before? Let's see... Why aren't Koalas considered bears?" Silence. "...Because they never had the Koala-fications!"

“Ahahaha!” The third baby told the joke that was obviously funny to the fourth, ‘cause his lovely laughter filled the room and he realized it was the voice that had brought him up his feet. He watched the fourth fall on his back from his laughter, getting up again to listen to the third speak before crying out again.

He grins. “One moment they are ‘fuck you youngest child’ and in the next they want us to produce the next population of the country. It’s like ‘make up your mind will ya? Are we important or not?’”, He continues joking, eyes lighting up when he hears me chuckle a second time. “Yeah, literally”, I agree, having to lower my eyes. I feel far too ashamed. I not only chuckled at one of his jokes, but at two of them. And I did so because I actually found them funny.

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”