Dark Humor Knock Knock Jokes For Adults Novels & Stories

I teased. "Of course I did, I'd fall for you any day," he replied seriously. The quack?! "Stop messing around, come on, hit me with another joke." He said and chuckled as he pulled me closer to him, "Hm.. Okay, this one. Knock knock!" I can already laugh at my own joke. Pfft! "Who's there?" He replied, "Hatch." Haha! I'm so hilarious, I'm a prodigy comedian! Haha!

He lamented, his hand on his chest feigning hurt. “You talk too much,” Jonathan gave him a knock on the head, his eyes not leaving the road. “Ouch!” Brian cried. “What the hell was that for?” He stared daggers at Jonathan. “You want to cause an accident with your glare?” Jonathan asked. “That knock was a little too loud,” I said, chuckling silently. “I know right?” Brian agreed. “Wait! Are you mocking me?” He said swiftly turning to face me. “I would never do that,” I said, folding my lips inward to suppress my laughter.

Sure enough, Adrian closed his mouth. "Darling, then I will tell you a joke. There was a toothpick that was walking along the road. Just then, it saw a hedgehog running past the middle of the road, and then it shouted something at the hedgehog. Guess what it shouted? Yes, it is called the hedgehog 'bus'!! Haha, it's funny, isn't it?" RK felt that listening to Adrian's jokes would make him want to sleep even more than listening to him recite poems. This guy couldn't even tell a good joke. What was the meaning of telling a joke that everyone already knew? Would Stella laugh? What a childish kid.

"Plus, I'm not the only one who's here." The old man furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't get it. I can see only you standing before me. Or are you a spirit now?" Draya chuckled. "Oh Adam, what's the polite way of saying 'fuck you' to an old man?" Adam pretended to think. "I think you'll say 'Adam if you don't mind, go intercourse yourself'". Both burst out laughing at the corny joke. Oh the old man had a wonderful taste of humor. "I really missed you Adam. But on the bright side, I came with..."

Knock, knock, knock. We both jerked. Someone was at the door.

snickering the golden boy threw his head back " God , how do you even fuck that bitch ? her hole is big enough to fit two of me or maybe your pencil c*ck is too small and you don't feel a thing " Some Longhorns gasped while the other snickered along with Jacob , hooting and jeering at Shotton . Understandably , Shotton who was being made the joke of the evening trembled in anger and the video shook even more but that lasted only for a few seconds , before it stabilised . " Oh yeah , you think that you are the shit huh , Knight ?" hollered Shotton " well news flash , you ain't on the top of the list anymore . "

They chuckle lightly at my joke and I'm glad it didn't go over their heads. “This is your first time meeting us”. One of the men says…I've genuinely forgotten his name and pack. “What do you think? Do you also think Fern is a dickhead?”. The Fern in question throws a butter knife, landing it perfectly between the man's hands on the table. “Shut up, Keren”. I can't tell if it's a joke but Keren doesn't flinch, just turns to me and shrugs in mock surrender. “I told you”. He says. The table chuckles again and I realize then that it must be a joke. What…a unique sense of humor.

He said it in a childish tone. "Oh really, but I though your name was Caleb." Jazz replied playing along. "Oh no, I am not Caleb. He disturbs people who want to be left alone but ME, I am Mr. Laughter people enjoy my company." "Oh really?" "Yes." He said it continuing the same innocent tone in his voice. "Shall I tell you a joke?" "Please go on." "Once there was an old man who died at a very young age hahaha..." He ended his short joke with his own laughter

“See how wet you are for…” Knock! Knock! We froze…

Asher blinked, then gave a short chuckle, surprised by the sharpness of her humor after so many days of silence. “Thanks. You sure know how to make a guy feel welcome at home.” “Well,” she tilted her head, eyes glinting mischievously, “if you’d stop working yourself half to death, maybe you wouldn’t look like a zombie.” That startled another laugh out of him, genuine this time. The sound felt strange in his throat, but also… right. “And you,” he said, narrowing his eyes playfully, “you wobble more than last week. Like—” He paused, smirking. “—a penguin.”