Dirty Little Johnny Jokes Collection Novels & Stories

“You know, Ruby, we learned a joke yesterday. Want to hear it?” I nod eagerly, intrigued by the joke that has captured their attention. “Alright,” Ethan begins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why don’t grumpy people like corn on the cob?” Playing along, I pretend to ponder the question. “Hmm, I’m not sure. Why don’t they?” “Because they think it’s ‘a-maize-ing’ that anyone could be happy!” Ethan bursts into laughter, and soon, the infectious giggles spread throughout the room.

It was still there, but lighter. “Yeah, pushy, that’s her,” he agreed. “My type? Girls who laugh at my jokes. Even the bad ones. And don’t mind if I suck at dancing.” “Your jokes? All bad, man,” I teased. I stretched my leg out and shoved his swing with my foot. It twisted to the side and he yelped. “Hey! Not all,” he shouted, trying to shove me back with his own foot. “Remember that one about Jax and the pizza? Gold.”

Answer: "They both fall." The lamest one of all: "Why'd the chicken cross the road?" Answer: "Because he was afraid Snow would fall on him." The jokes weren't really funny or even that creative, but they were shared within my earshot on a regular basis. "Want to hear the latest joke?" Cindy asked, as though reading my mind. I gave her a look I hoped said, no freaking way! "It's actually kind of fun-ny," she said in her sing-song voice.

"You ignored me, huh? Let me show you what it means to be rude!” At those words, he gave Dicky a hard kick to the leg. Dicky clenched his teeth, but didn’t make a sound. "Oh! You have balls, don't you?" Jerry snorted. He turned to pick up the trash can nearby and shoved it down Dicky's head. Dicky had always been a clean freak, and the revolting odors inside the trash can almost left him vomiting. Jerry became even more smug at that, and laughed out loud when he saw Dicky's fair face now absolutely filthy after taking off the trash can. "Call me daddy! Promise you won't beat me in any other event, and I’ll let you go!"

“In fact, you can punch it if you want. Or try having a shark metahuman grab you and pin you to the ground.” “Are you trying to sound sexual right now?” Watson, Rachel, Emily and I gave Jack a stone cold look for his inappropriate joke. Watson placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “We admit you’re funny. But right now...it is not the time, bro.” “Right. Right.” Jack nodded, his blonde hair bouncing at the action and he bit his pointer knuckles afterward. “Sorry. I’ll stop talking now.” “Thank you.” I said and turned to Rachel again. “As I was saying-”

A lady was giggling at a corner. "She is confused." She said. She was also masked. "One moment, I was serving a "special guest" and the next moment, I'm in the lion's den. What a sweet plot twist." I chuckled. "Oh! Girl. You were really sweet, I wouldn't lie about that. But work has to be done." He smiled and carrased my face. I held the urge to spit into his face. I felt really dirty. "Was it because of what I stole?" I asked him.

Then, Stanley looked at Ruby and teased. “If you will cry, you better go with him.” They laughed at his joke and Johnny corrected, “My Ruby is now a big girl. She would not cry again.” They laughed again at what they considered a joke, but Johnny was certain with his claim. He had deflowered her, and she was already a big girl. Then, he looked at Ruby and asked, “My Ruby, will you cry?” “Not at all.” “That is my girl.” “Don’t be long”

"I'm actually hearing a Nascent Soul Realm kiddo saying that he was going to catch the Millennium Walking Corpse! Hahaha! This joke I can laugh for a year!" Zhi Luan laughed at him while hitting the ground and pointing at him. It was in tears of laughter. Xiao Chen frowned and glared at it, saying, "Ain't you annoying? I was just joking, stupid cat; you eat too much and get sick! Go away!" Then he kicked it and Zhiluan rolled on the ground a few times.

he chuckled, “I never thought I’d see you getting into this world. Thought you were too busy chasing skirts.” I faked a smile, “well even that can get old after a while,” and he laughed endlessly. “Fuck me Rocco, if even you’ve run out of women to sleep with, we’re all doomed!” I said nothing as Johnny prattled on for another ten minutes about his failed conquests, three wives and a litany of stepdaughters. I made vague promises not to sleep with them as they were all good girls, even though their mothers were whores. The typical bitterly divorced human chit-chat you find in every hotel bar.