Dirty Orphan Jokes Novels & Stories

His lips curled into a cruel grin. “Oh yes. Fake. An act. All so I could squeeze more money out of you. But who would’ve thought your useless self couldn’t provide any? And your father…” His laugh was bitter, sharp. “Your father went bankrupt. So pathetic. That’s what you are. Pathetic”. ------- That sentence gave me chills as I hurried out of the apartment, my feet carrying me like I was being chased. Shame washed over me as his twisted laughter echoed in my ears. Tears streamed hot down my face.

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

"Ms. Sampson's villa isn't home for the homeless. They're your parents, aren't they, Felix? Figures. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ugh, I can still smell the mud on them." Rage flared within my heart, but I held it back and quickly wiped the water off my in-laws. Diane had a short fuse. She would not stand for this insult, so she snapped, "And who are you supposed to be, you uneducated swine? How dare you call Felix a homeless man!" Zack did not hold back. Instead, he pressed on the attack. He picked up a ceramic ornament and hurled it at Diane. I deflected it with my hand, and the ornament grazed me.

Bright and early the next day, I showed up at the office as usual. I ignored the whispers and stares, and made a beeline for my desk to start clearing it out. That was when Lily waltzed over, oozing fake sympathy. "Janice, can't you take a joke? "Come on, it was just a little toilet cleaning. Why'd you have to go and tell Mr. Hoffman you're quitting? No need to blow things out of proportion. "Look, I'll even dip into my own wallet and toss you a little extra cash to make up for it.

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.”

Skeet stared at her. "Say it again." Norah went pale. Her phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor. "Wait—let me explain... I was just joking with a friend—" "Joking?" He stepped in. "You called my fiancée washed-up. That's a joke?" "That's not what I meant—" "You said I was dumb. Said I was asking to be played. That's a joke?" Her lips shook. Nothing came out.

When my joke lands she tilts her head back to laugh, shaking her head as she looks at me. "You're ridiculous." She says. "You're smiling." I respond. She gives me that warm look again and I wonder what's going through her mind at this moment. "You got any other ones?" She asks and I wrack my brain for any other dad jokes. "Um... The circus lion ate the clown but didn't finish." I say. "Why?" She asks. "Because he tasted funny." I respond and Harper chuckles again. "More." She teases, but I just shrug.

I arched a brow. “Then I guess I have to name all 193 countries.” He smiled tight-lipped. “Don’t worry, I’m patient.” I fork my food as I kept staring at him while he does the same, “You’re really not going to leave me alone, are you?” “Nope.” He pops the P. “Alright, this knock knock joke is going to make you pee.” I placed my fork don to be attentive, “Okay, let’s hear it.” “How to make a tissue dance?” He smirks at me.