Dark Humor Knock Knock Jokes For Adults Novels & Stories

Clutch asked. My head was pounding so hard from last night’s partying, I’d momentarily forgotten about the mouse under my eye, and who’d given it to me. “That’s strange,” I said, before pausing. “What’s that?” “I don’t remember one of the books I sent you while you were locked up being a joke book,” I replied. “Here’s a joke for you. Knock, knock…” “Who’s there?” “Go fuck yourself,” he said, before putting his helmet on.

Knock knock Someone knocked on Adriel's door and he looked up sharply. "Come in", he said expectantly. "Hey yo!", Omar announced as he walked into Adriel's office. Adriel's expression fell. "Omar, what are you doing here?", Adriel asked. "Are you hearing yourself? Since when do I need a reason to come see you?", Omar asked as he walked towards one of the sofas in the office. "Why did you knock?", Adriel asked.

### Knock knock "Remus, Bella, wake up!" Knock knock "Hey it's nine in the morning! Wake up lovebirds!” Sandro kept shouting and banging on his friend's door, with him stood Rene who had only been staring at Sandro in horror. It was still early, and this man was already making a fuss. Tok… Tok “Shouldn't we wait until they really are awake? This seems impolite?” Rene said. "Too long, I don't want to stay here too long. I want this to be over quickly."

*** *knock**knock**knock* The continuous knocking on my door doesn’t stop, for a moment I decide to ignore it until the person goes away, but the knocking doesn’t stop; each knock being louder than the last one. Who could be knocking at this hour of the night, it’s 2am in the morning, shouldn’t this person be sleeping. I lazily pull myself out of bed as I sleepily stagger to the door, careful not to trip. “Who’s that?” I ask with a yawn, the knocking immediately stops at the sound of my voice, the person on the other side of the door clears their throat before speaking up, “it’s me, open the door” “Nek!” I say in surprise, “what are you doing here?” I ask, “I came to get you”. I shake my hea

“Nah, go ahead. Shoot your shot.” “Well, she’s not my best friend’s little sister, so why not, right?” he said, chuckling. I thought his laugh made him sound like a moron. I wanted to imitate it, do some exaggerated cartoon laugh to ridicule him. I had all these childish urges to shove his face in a chili bowl or something. So I went over and started scrubbing a cutting board, scouring the pans. “Come on, man, sit down and eat,” he said as he called the other guys. I shook my head.

“That was... something.” He didn’t even flinch. “Tough crowd,” he muttered under his breath. Tough crowd? Was this a boardroom or open mic night? --- Then came the coffee break. I’d barely made it to the break room when he cornered me with another one of his “brilliant” jokes. “What do you call a sad cup of coffee?” he asked, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. Against my better judgment, I played along. “What?” “A depresso.”

"No, I'm almost certain I am. So you go first." "Indeed, what occurs in the event that a wolf falls in the clothes washer?" "Uh, I do not know." "He turns into a wash and werewolf." He then, at that point, makes a BA-DUM-CHA sound with his mouth and breaks out into a wide grin. He should realize he spread the word about the most horrendously awful joke ever for humankind, if not he wouldn't be so glad. At any rate, despite the fact that it's moronic, I wind up chuckling. Giggling until the tears fall, falling like the water cleaning up and arms. Crying until it is difficult to stop, difficult to disregard what the future holds for us.

he said, "I would be in hot water. But there are a few chaps I'll share a good laugh with when I need it." "Oh really?" I asked, "They must be near your age. Sorry if that was rude! I just can't imagine a bunch of gray heads laughing at a joke." Now he did laugh. "You're quite right," he said, "I suppose they must be near enough in age, a little older here, little younger there," he shrugged casually, "Pfft, it's a party. Age doesn't matter." Better back off, Jenna. He already got weird once. Don't push it.

"You hit the jackpot bro. The real jackpot." "How was the sex?" Rory wiggled his eyebrows, attracting more laughter from the rest of us. Greg placed two fingers on his tongue then whipped them out, making slapping motions in the air. Boisterous laughter filled the air and Adrian nearly choked on his drink. "You're an idiot," He laughed, wiping the stain off his denim jacket. Before we knew it, an hour had passed. We'd gone from trading anecdotes to playing video games to some kind of drinking game that was similar to truth or dare-just without the dares.