Dirty Orphan Jokes Novels & Stories

She laughs at her own joke. “In a year, you’re going to be changing diapers and you’ll lose your edge,” Hamish mimes changing a diaper as Benjamin pretends to smell it behind him. “We’re gonna have to send a fruit basket to Margot. A sympathy gift.” Benjamin joins in and they all chuckle as if these jokes aren’t the worst they’ve heard. I came from a smart family, not comedians and it showed.

“I thought it was rather punny.” I let out a low, frustrated groan. “Wonderful. I have to deal with two men who like cringe jokes,” I complain unhappily. Why can’t men tell normal jokes for a change? Do they all have to be dad-jokes? As soon as I spot Jay finally coming around the corner, I follow along and wait for him to notice the Sorcerer next to us. Jay gives me a confused look, then shifts his attention to Bucky. As the two of us meet up with Jay at the cabin, Jay asks, “is this lunch or the Sorcerer?”

I informed him but he just brushed me off and continued laughing at his ‘funny’ joke. I remember people always making jokes about our names and constantly asking us if we were siblings and that our parents deliberately named us after the famous Queens of England. We were so tired of telling people that it was just a happy coincidence and we were not at all related. Somehow Aaron’s stupid joke did lighten up my mood. Aaron said that he remembered another joke based on our names but Victoria glared at him before dragging him to the next room to probably explain the situation. Just then my phone rang and Nathan’s name flashed in it.

Mentally exhausted and depressed, Damian fell silent after the first hour. His knowledge of jokes was severely lacking. No matter what he did, the cyborg could not meet his party members’ standards. It was too difficult to be a clown. “It’s in the delivery,” Zen chuckled, patting Damian on the back. “Sometimes people find others funny when they aren’t intentionally trying to be. Just be yourself.” The solid advice lifted Damian’s mood a little, and the two nerds chatted, exchanging what they knew to update the gamer guide while travelling to Red Hood’s house.

"Grandma is dead," A passing wind grazed over my baked, wet body, leaving my hair standing on edge. I rubbed my arms with a chill down my spine and chuckled sarcastically. "If that's your idea of a joke, then cut it out," but why will Drix make such a joke? It was unreasonable.

he snarled at him. “Oh, you should.” Shady opened his eyes wide at him, craning forward. “Cus I don’t want my name spelt wrongly in the papers when I finally get out of this hellhole and burn this whole place to the ground,” he muttered. Frank had to choke back his own rage and snorted at Shady’s comment, leaning back in his chair. “That’s the best joke I’ve heard in a while, you know that?” “That’s funny. I could have sworn your whole life is a joke,” Shady jested.

Leesa had to give the guy credit. He didn’t seem to let the catcalls and groans bother him. He either had the thickest skin in the world, or he thought the derision was in some twisted way an approval of his act. His jokes were new, but were equally as dumb as the last time. She wondered if he wrote the stuff himself or got it from some website—stupidjokes.com, maybe.

Liam said with grin “It most certainly is,” Bruce said with a frown. “You didn’t even give the joke a chance,” Garth said. “A joke that involves bestiality doesn’t deserve a chance,” Bruce said haughtily. “Where did you hear these jokes? You guys have never been joke tellers.” “That hotter than smoke brunette in the red dress,” Garth answered bluntly. “She’s been telling all kinds of jokes for the past forty minutes to various people.” “Like who?” Bruce asked with concern.

“He’s so refreshing!” Auntie asked Finn to sing for them. He stood up, cleared his throat, and belted a terrible edition and version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” soo off-key and, dramatic, his arms spread wide like he was on Broadway. Halfway through, he forgot the words and started making them up: “Wise men say… only fools rush in… but I can’t help… falling in love with your daughter… and her excellent taste in lasagna…” The table erupted in laughter, even Dad cracked a smile.

Okay, this shit got to stop, maybe I should try a joke or something? “Hello triple Ds” I say chuckling awkwardly and they just stand there not knowing what to say. “you know, because the names of the three of you starts with a D” I explain my bad joke. “Yah we got it” Dylan says with a fake chuckle, okay, maybe that joke can still be saved. “I’m a double D myself” I say laughing liking my own joke and all their eyes instantly go to my breasts. I choke in my laughter when Derek lets out an angry growl and I sink further inside my hoodie while Dylan starts counting the specks of dust on the floor and Dean find the light fixtures very interesting all of a sudden.