Duck Jokes Novels & Stories

Dy responded back, not backing down either. “Wait a minute. Are they still talking about faces or something else now ?” Aunt Aira asked while raising an eyebrow. “I am pretty sure they are talking about boy toys down there,” Aunt Joy chuckled. Yeah she was right. Soon they were having a verbal war on each other’s weiners. These two clowns. I swear. “ …. and your sausage is pi inches small,” I heard Jax growl as he pinched Dy’s tender side of his waist. “Oww,” Dy howled and frowned dangerously at a laughing Jax.

Are you a- >HotGuy InTheBed: People call me real life Donald Duck. Hah! Donald Fauntleroy Duck is sexy, I knew it! >JL Peyton: Neurotic. Hey! What!? >HotGuy InTheBed: You call Donald Duck neurotic? How rude!? Donald Duck can hear you! Know that giving a speech like this on the internet might get you banned from watching Donald Duck! By Disney! Forever! >JL Peyton: Talk again, I’ll have you admitted back to the psychiatric hospital. Woah, woah, woah. That’s too much dude, take it back! Oh but wait.

They appeared to be cow prints but there was a line through the center between them and it made no sense. “Was a snake following a cow?” I asked seriously, checking around for the slithering demons. Duke looked at the print I pointed out, then laughed so hard he bent double. My hands went to my hips as I watched. I had no idea what was so funny but every time he tried to type into his phone he would laugh again. It took forever before he managed the letters. “Cow’s tail.”

Tony imitated Steve Irwin from The Crocodile Hunter. "Shut d-a fuck up, dude! Yer so much sometimes! Too mu-uuuch! Ahah-aha!" He rubbed his face with both hands. "Bitch! Who you callin' dicksucker?!" Dillon couldn't help but add. "You! Are you not my little cocksucker? Now, I need'a nap after this mornin's festivities. You can do whatever, but I'mma just sleep here." He yawned and closed his eyes as he reached for the second blanket at the bottom of the bed.

They erupted in laughter as soon as we locked eyes. “What are you all laughing about?” Mr Duck asked with a smile and I looked around for Herald. He seemed calm too and more relaxed than I had ever seen him.

If dogs could roll their eyes, this one would have done so. “Coward!” Mellisa screamed at the dog. And that wasn’t the end of it. Mellisa found herself inspired by an old joke involving a drunken goat. Spying a glass of foamy beer nearby, she couldn't resist the opportunity to bring the humor to life. Turning to what she believed was a stranger, Mellisa grabbed the white sleeve of the unsuspecting individual. She initiated the quirky exchange. "Hey, have you ever heard about the drunk goat?" The stranger, intrigued by the unexpected question, smiled and admitted that he was unfamiliar with the tale. “I sure have not. Educate me.”

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

Hopefully, this time you'll get it. The music fills the car. ‘In case you didn’t know, baby I’m crazy bout you … My chest tightens. ‘and I would be lying if I said that I could live this life without you …’ Jackson snorts from beside me. “Fuck. He’s completely pussy-whipped. Or maybe his dick is slowly turning into one.” Luke lights up instantly, like this is the best conversation of his life. “Oh! Oh — did you know it’s called a dick because it looks like … a stick?” he blurts, way too proud of himself.

It fell on the floor, nah it hit straight on the red spot. “ What the hell ?! The game is rigged.” He said still trying to process that I won. “ How ?” “ How did you win and I didn't.” “ Well...that's because I'm good at archery than you.” I told him laughing. “ Which of the stuffed toys you want ?” The man asked, I turned to him. He was laughing. I pointed at the large Donald the duck in Mickey mouse clubhouse which was the first thing my eyes caught. The man traced my hand to donald then brought it down, he gave it to me. I took it with a smile and told him thank you.

Donald duck! I started laughing hysterically and sprinted away from him. I heard loud footsteps and knew that he was following me. I glanced behind and he was pretty fast, but what was more funny was that he was galloping. I laughed loudly and squeaked, "Quack, Quack, Quack." "Don't make it hard for me whore, come here and we'll have lots of buns-nuns . . . fun," he slurred and I shook my head while running.