Dirty Orphan Jokes Novels & Stories

The man who created the joke was Nate Brighton. “No wonder I’ve smelled something disgusting, there is trash here apparently,” Nate sneered, followed by the laughter of his two friends. “Hey, did you forget to tell your clerk to clean,” his blonde friend sneered . “Hmm, they cleaned up earlier, but the trash show up again,” Nate explained. “Looks like your luxury car collection is very shiny and makes a hobo seem enchanted,” his long-haired friend said. “Nate, I think you need to be generous with him. Just give a little of your money to that beggar!” Nate’s friend exclaimed and mocking Nicko.

I checked my phone as James sent me another dirty joke, laughing as he looked at my face, waiting to see my reaction. We’d been having quality time together for three days and James had replaced the table he’d broken in the living room. It was still early, only seven am. We’ve always been early risers and I was surprised that Malachi hadn’t joined us yet. “You know this is weird right.” James started laughing again as I finished my coffee. “No, it’s not.” He began to type furiously on his phone again, a smile on his face. “Why can’t you just tell the joke?” James looked at me like I was an idiot and motioned his eyes towards Shoran and Adara.

he laughs “it’s utterly childish, I wouldn’t want your opinion of me damaged by explaining the joke” “Oh well, now you have to say! Me and my friends have a rule that we can’t say that we have a story and then say at the same time that we can’t impart the story, it’s just cruel!” He seems to struggle, as if he was deciding whether I was someone who would take offence when told a dirty joke or a blonde joke. I don’t. I was raised by farmers, I’ve heard far worse. “Ok, well, it’s not particularly funny…”he pauses. “ I’ll tell you what, I’ll tell you our private joke after we’ve ordered the food.”

He laughed. "That means you must have forgotten about it, and that's disappointing." Citrus acted to be sad. "You should remember that night, you have to." "I never did that shit, bro. I don't do man stuff." "We can do that again, I'm pretty sure you'll remember it this time." He said and Denver rolled his eyes. "Jennifer is gonna have you dead in a second." He joked. "Then we're gonna have it all three of us." "Guys, come on. Geez." I couldn't hold the laughter anymore, and they were not looking like they'd stop. If I don't stop them any sooner, my ribs would probably be broken any minute from now.

Definitely. "Nope!" the man replied, cheerful and oblivious. "So, two olives were walking down the street. One fell behind. The other turned and said... 'Olive you!'" A beat of silence. Then came that laugh, loud, unfiltered, like he was the funniest man alive. I gritted my teeth. That laugh again. Like nails on glass. How can someone sound so punchable through a screen? Dante didn’t even respond this time. Just silence on his end. I imagined him pinching the bridge of his nose. Honestly, I was about to do the same. Then he let out a slow breath. "You’ve been banned from joke privileges."

“Hey, no brooding. This is an adventure, not a prison sentence. Let me distract you.” She turned to him, her expression wary. “What are you going to do? Tell me one of your terrible jokes?” “You wound me,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “But yes. Absolutely.” He cleared his throat, adopting a serious tone. “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Riele blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts.” The joke was terrible. Absolutely awful. But Riele burst into laughter anyway, the tension in her chest breaking apart with each giggle. Jay grinned, triumphant, as if her joy were his greatest victory.

he offered, his voice friendly, disarming. He didn't seem threatening, just a little shy. He started to talk, a low, easy stream of words, pointing out constellations, then transitioning to stories about the mischievous squirrels that terrorized his flowerbeds. He seemed intent on lightening the mood, his voice a balm in the quiet night. He told a joke about a talking shrub that kept giving bad dating advice to the statues. It was a silly, innocent joke, completely out of place in this world of dark secrets and dangerous ambitions, and to my surprise, a genuine, unbidden laugh bubbled up from within me.

Harry responded. There were some moments of silence. “Well, tell me the joke Sidney, I wanna be in”. Miss Diaz said with her eyes fixed on me. “The thing is, the joke doesn’t really make much sense when taken out of the context” I said awkwardly, scratching the nape of my neck. “Hmm I see” miss Diaz responded flatly. “Do you wanna hear a funny joke Harry?” Harry leaned in intently, and I found myself doing so too Miss Diaz’s voice went down in whisper “ Sidney can’t drive”

“I do not fall.” There was a pause. “No,” he said calmly. “You just look very funny while slipping.” The line went dead. I stood there for a long time. Then I began laughing again. Because if I did not laugh, I might start screaming. The televisions behind me kept talking. The city kept moving and for the first time in my life, I understood what it felt like to be the joke. But jokes can turn dark very quickly and I am very good at dark.

"I have a sense of humor, thank you very much. I just don't find your fart jokes funny." Felecia snickered. "Everyone likes a fart joke, Moana." Harper waved his fork at Kelsey. "I don't care who you are. Fart jokes are classic." "Stop calling me Moana." Kelsey rolled her eyes. "They're disgusting." "You're disgusting." "Your mom's disgusting." Jamie's brows shot up and he covered his mouth with a fist. "Oh." "Now who is being immature?" Harper's grin only widened. "Your mom jokes are classic. Everyone knows that." Kelsey waved her hand.