Dj Jokes Novels & Stories

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

"At your service." I'm laughing at his ridiculous facial expression and the change in his voice. "You know, you're the only human in 7 billion people who gets my sense of humor," says CJ smiling so broadly. "Nobody thinks I'm funny." "You're not funny if that's what you're asking." CJ grins. "Then you're a fan of dry jokes I see." CJ suddenly turns serious. "About last night-" "Please let's not talk about last night. Ever," I hate feeling weak and vulnerable. That's what I was last night.

She chuckled and then broke into delighted laughter. He grinned. “You get that I’m joking?” “Well, of course you’re joking. Vomity ones.” She laughed again. “Too funny.” “Most people don’t get my jokes. Say they’re inappropriate.” He finger-quoted inappropriate. “Are they idiots?” “Arguably.” She laughed again. “A woman who gets my jokes…” His pleased little grin turned into a broad smile. “Can I buy you a coffee sometime? Or a jet?” “A jet?” She laughed until her stomach ached and she had to bend over with her hands on both knees to catch her breath. “You’re killing me.”

Poor Attorney Damon Fontanilla looked so embarrassed. “I don’t get it...” “I can’t believe I have to explain my jokes to you.” Dylan laughed, leaning in to kiss my cheek as if to apologize. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just didn't expect that kind of humor from you. It’s so... unrefined. Not like you at all.” I sighed. He had a point. I don't exactly look like the type of girl who makes cheesy puns. I can't blame him for being surprised.

Why call me nerd every damn time ? I hated that word !! “None of your damn business, dumb fvck,” I replied, the anger coming from somewhere else. He smelt like oh gawd, did he sleep with the entire female university population here ? “Wow, you called me dumb. That is the joke of the century,” Lex laughed out loud while slapping his knee dramatically. Drama Queen, ughh !

"I hate jokes and there is not a single joke that I laughed at. I am a serious type of person and it makes me really annoyed when someone said a joke... especially when it's not funny at all!" "But don't judge the book by its cover! I am not trying to brag or anything of that nature... I am actually one of the best comedians in our pack. My talent to make others happy is unparalleled so I can make you happy even when you are at the saddest part of your life!" "Why don't you throw a joke so we can find out if you are really telling the truth or you are just bluffing!" Conan said. "Don't do it," I said with a firm voice. "Try to say one just and my hand will surely fly in your face without a w

“Yeah, I’ll be here. Your room stinks by the way, and you had the nerve to ask Bobbie to stay in here.” Jake groaned and laughed. “Still stupid, Jacky.” “Oh, no, Jake. Jacky took over Dwayne Johnsons’ routine,” I butted in and Jake snickered. “I bet he did... he’s all body but no brains.” Jake mocked, which made Jack laugh loudly. They exchanged more indecent jokes to each other before Jack left the room. My cheeks were hurting from all the laughing from these two. I connected my phone to a Bluetooth headset while finishing my cup of hot Choco.

Such jokes are no longer funny because they offend the dignity of a pretty cool buddy who doesn't deserve to be ridiculed. So Damian quickly learned to accept being different, but that didn't mean that he wanted to experiment. He was totally, one hundred percent straight, happily engaged to a beautiful girl and they were on the verge of setting a wedding date, and then suddenly a joke about paying with the body appeared in his head, a joke directed at a man. He even said the joke out loud! To make matters worse, this joke was not provoked by any erotically provocative scene... Damian, already with his hand on the doorknob, stopped and bit his lower lip.

The room fell silent, all eyes turning towards him. “Well, folks,” Jerry began with a mischievous glint in his eye, “it looks like we’ve officially hit rock bottom. But hey, that means there’s no way to go but up, right? Unless, of course, someone hands us a shovel!” He mimicked the action of digging with an imaginary shovel, complete with sound effects. There was a moment of stunned silence. Damien raised an eyebrow, half-expecting an explosion of frustration. But then, one by one, the tension in the room broke as smiles appeared on the faces around the table. A few chuckles escaped, and soon the entire room was laughing.

“Now. The laugh. I heard you yesterday, when you thought no one was listening. It’s too high.” He stopped in front of me, tapping his own chest. “Elion’s was deeper. From here.” The gesture was intimate. Unexpected. I flinched. His jaw tightened instantly. “Try again,” he said. “I’ll tell you a joke. It’s a terrible one. Elion hated it.” He told it anyway... something painfully unfunny involving a squirrel and a priest. I forced out a weak chuckle, the sound thin and hollow. “No.” The word cracked like a whip.