Doofus Jerry Novels & Stories

“I can't just grab and go like I did once before. That idiot already filled her head with lies about me. If I use force, she will hate me.” “But not for long. We can get the best doctors to treat her.” The bottle stops inches from my mouth. I look at Jerry, whose eyes are shining brightly with ideas. “You are supposed to be the smart one, bro.” Tilting his head, he flips me off. “You don't have to resort to insults. I am just trying to help you here. You are a mess.” “Look at your hair. It is overgrown.” Jerry pinches his nose bridge, then points. “And your sock. You have it inside out. And what’s that?”

The person in the picture is Jerry! Looking closely, after removing all makeup, Jenny looks very much like the one, who is the girl in the photo that Sara took when she took a sneak peek at Mr. Joe's place. Jerry, Jessica, and Jenny: Are these three names the same person? Didn't Jerry throw himself in the water a few years ago, and everyone told him he was dead? Why is he still alive, still living in the form of a girl named Jenny? Still calling the woman here a mother, even though Jerry is inherently an orphan like Louis, adopted by his adoptive father at a young age?

" Maria rushed off to handle it. I lay on the hospital bed, pain tearing through my belly in waves. My screams echoed down the sterile halls. Maria's assistant stood frozen at the door, eyes brimming, waiting for the doctor Vincent had promised. At last, someone came. Not a doctor. A delivery guy. He stepped into the blood-soaked room, stunned, and handed over a bag. Out spilled a pack of sanitary pads and a Band-Aid. "Don said it's just postpartum bleeding. Not fatal. Handle it yourself. Stop bothering him with this." The assistant's eyes flared red as she slapped the bag away. "Mrs. Corleone, I'm getting you out of here. Another city. Please—hold on."

D spat looking like normal Dickson, angry but with a wave of coolness combined. “Don’t look at me, Theo was the one who said I could take it out. He said he’ll call you later to tell you” Jerry shrugged “What the hell Theo! We’ve been sitting here, playing video games all day while I was thinking of how to slaughter Jerry when you were the one I should have buried six feet under the ground!” D roared at me and I immediately jumped to Jerry’s side. “Hey don’t yell at me. It’s not my fault I have a bad memory of remembering things. Besides, you wouldn’t do that to us because you love us” I pouted

"But pops, wolfs don't exist," "Tonight Darlin, we are going to see my friend Jerry". After dinner pops bundled me into his truck and drove me through the forest to his friend Jerry,i remember Jerry growing up, he was an easy guy who laughed easy and took everything in his stride so I was happy to be wrapped into a big warm hug from him "Beth sweetheart, how are ya?" He bellowed at me "Hey Jerry " "Come in come in" "Hey man" pops said to Jerry "Sorry to drop in on you like this I just didn't know how else to get her to believe me ",

If I were one of these guys I'd like nothing better than look down her shirt, get a nice hug from those 38DD firm breasts more or less have them soaked and laying atop me. Now that all said at virtually every one of these parties this fella by the name of Jerry would talk about something to do with sex be that former conquests or strip clubs where he'd done this or that. Always quite descriptive and vocal saying things such as "She was sucking on my dick and I blew my load all over her face" or "I fucked this bitch over and over again and blah blah blah." He's not a whole lot to look at perhaps 60 years old, drives a dump truck. Nice enough guy and he and I have had some good talks about his

“Just as long as you promise homeboy over there ain’t plannin’ on rammin’ my bumper.” I repeat the same inane laughter and pinch him on the cheek. “You’re so funny, sugar. No, believe me, Bobby’s like one-hundred percent hetero. Like, trust me, I’ve tried to talk him into a MFM, but he won’t even do it with me as the meat in the buns. Hehehehe!” This seems to appease Doofus’ doubts, and I start leading him back to the room—the motel desk clerk is visibly relieved to be rid of this extremely awkward conversation, and I certainly can’t blame him.

"I know what a gunner is." "Don't be one anyway." Clove dumped something foamy on Jerry's head and fitted a short black wig over it. He looked in the wall mirror and barely recognized himself. "There's something in my shoe," Jerry said, feeling the hard lump under his sole. Eli caught his arm before he could reach for it. "Marble. Leave it." "It'll make me limp all night." "That's the point." Jerry looked at him.

Jenny spoke, "Where is my mom?" Jerry replied coldly, "She is there where she should be. She is safe." Jenny clenched her fist and shouted, "Are you not going to tell me?" Jerry roared, "Is this the way to talk to dad? Sit down!" Jerry wasn't a normal person. He was once the gang leader as well as the most wanted criminal of his time. His one roar was enough to shake the whole mansion.

Harvey smiled faintly and pointed at Jerry. “Certainly, I’ll give you an explanation for this, Mr. York.” Even though Kane was filled with great annoyance, he still kicked Jerry’s head without any hesitation. “Jerry, you’re just a dog I keep with me. How could you go out there and create troubles every day? How could you be so bold as to offend Mr. York? Do you even know who he is?” “He… He’s just a live-in son-in-law of the Zimmers…” Jerry touched his head and said in great pain.