Disney Adult Joke นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You've only been here a day and you've already grown an inch and gained about a million pounds." “I blame Grandma's chocolate chip pancakes," DJ giggled while he lifted his shirt. “Look Grandpa, I now have a rounded belly like yours." Everyone laughed at DJ's joke, thinking how smart and mature he was for his age. “Ok, Litte Man, your mother and I have to go now," Earl stated as he leaned over to kiss his wife. “I'll be home soon, Diane. I love you."

It might help if I get lost…or accidentally set the apartment on fire,” I teased, getting a hint of a smile that he buried by denying. "Or you'll probably starve the poor animal to death," he returned the joke, narrowing his gaze, making the lines of expression visible at the corners of his eyes. Since the incident in my bathroom we acquired the ability to joke when it came to Alzheimer's. Black jokes made the situation less overwhelming. He was the first person he could joke with like this. My friends didn't like it when he said things like that and found it cruel; what they didn't understand was that at the end of the day the one who would live in limbo would be me, and taking it so seriou

“As it happens, the neighbor across the hall is me.” Only then did he properly look at the pudding itself. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “It’s Mickey-shaped,” he observed, lifting his gaze back to me with that familiar hint of amusement hidden in his eyes. “So you still haven’t graduated from Disney?” The embarrassment that had been climbing up my spine instantly turned into indignation. “Disney is a fairytale for adults,” I defended proudly, straightening a little on instinct. “There’s no age limit on emotional happiness.”

The adults laughed at the joke. Jai, however, didn’t know what he should say, so he stayed silent with an awkward expression on his face. He only felt sorry for those fish.

" You're immortal . Does it matter ? " I scoff . " Considering the mess we are constantly getting ourselves into , I doubt I'd stay alive even till my birthday . " I was only half joking . He growls loudly , I would be concerned about him waking up the entire hotel but then again , this place is dead so .. growl away mister big bad wolf ? " Say that again , I dare you . " He glares at me . " Oh come on . It's a joke . J . O . K . E . joke . " I spell it out for him . " No need to get your panties in a twist over some sarcasm baby "

"This man is sick." Lindy: I HAVE NEVER MET A MAN AS STUPID AND DIRTY AS YOU! Well too bad, I don't fit your standards. I'm a VERY old woman, with cane, white hairs and wrinkles. Milo smiled to himself, “I have way better jokes than that.” He sounded proud. Mill: That's cute. But you call that funny? Okay, I'm giving you a chance this time. But only one time. Ha-ha. See? I laughed. I laughed at your joke because your like a cute little hot ripe apple that's ready to be eaten.

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

"Do you think every man will fall for your wiles? I'm sorry, but you're not my type at all! There's no telling how many other men had been down there—it's filthy!" "Don't you talk to my mommy like that!" Dicky suddenly shouted, his little cheeks contorted with rage. "You little bastard! Do you even know who your father is? The adults are talking!" Adam scoffed. "My daddy’s John Levine!" Dicky yelled, just as loudly. Everyone was left taken aback for a moment, but were soon roaring with laughter since they thought it was a ridiculous joke. "You little brat!" Adam raised a hand, ready to slap Dicky in the face.

"But I'm the worst joke teller in this universe." "No, I'm pretty sure I am. Then you go first." "Well, what happens if a wolf falls into the washing machine?" "Uh, I have no idea." "It becomes a wash and a werewolf." He then makes a BA-DUM-CHA sound with his mouth and bursts into a wide smile. He must know he's pulled the worst prank ever known to mankind, or he wouldn't be so proud. Even though it's stupid, I catch myself laughing anyway. Laughing until the tears flow, falling like rainwater washing my face and arms. Crying until it's impossible to stop, impossible to forget what lies ahead.