Duck Jokes 소설 & 이야기

he says simply. I blink at him. “You always do.” He tilts his head. “You look like you could use a dumb joke.” “I really could.” He leans in. “Okay, what do you call a chicken that crossed the road, rolled in mud, and came back?” I stare at him. “A dirty double-crosser.” I snort. “That’s horrible.” He grins. “But you laughed.” “I did not.” He lifts a brow. “You giggled.”

Today, they're just keeping my mind occupied which is exactly what I need. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I glance at it discreetly under the desk. Adrian's name flashes on the screen with a text. “Quick question. If you had to fight one, would you rather fight a horse-sized duck or 100 duck-sized horses?” Despite everything, a smile tugs at my lips. This has been happening all week. Random texts from Adrian. Stupid questions. Memes. Bad jokes. Nothing deep or serious. Just... there. I type back. “Horse-sized duck. At least it's only one target.”

“Don’t you mean fangtastic?” “I most assuredly do not.” His face was now stern. I rolled my eyes. “OK, got it. Dick jokes are OK but vampire jokes are not. Touchy much?” His mouth was drawn in a thin line “Funny jokes are acceptable. Others should be met with the derision they deserve.” There was a pregnant pause and all silly jokes and puns rushed out of my head, so I settled for rolling my eyes at him as I jumped off the bar stool instead. “Do you have anyone you need to let know you’ll be away?” he asked

"...you cross Santa with a duck?" "I don't know..." we all chorus... "... What do you get if you cross Santa with a duck?" "A Christmas quacker." Larry's grimace deepens, then he huffs a laugh, screws up the paper and tosses it over his shoulder. James grins. So does Richard. Charlotte offers her cracker to James. "We need to pull the rest of the crackers. You need a hat too." His grin dissolves. So does Richard's as Beth turns, bearing on him, with a 50mm calibre cracker.

I gulp, and shut my mouth as there is nothing I can do to stop him right now. "Five little ducks. Went out one day. Over the hill and far away. Mother Duck said. “Quack, quack, quack, quack.” Dale screams, and I watch Dario throw his toe at him. "But only four little ducks came back." He moves, taping Dale's mouth closed. "Four little ducks. Went out one day. Over the hill and far away. Mother Duck said. “Quack, quack, quack, quack.” Dale thrashes, his scream muffled by the tape.

"The second I stepped out of the cabin I knew you were there." "I guess I wasn't so slick after all." DJ pouted and they both laughed again. "I thought I was playing the ninja." "You did a good job." Louis encouraged, but DJ wouldn't buy that. He did horribly. "Show me photos of turtles." DJ requested and Louis stared at him confused. "Really?" "Yeah, that's my favorite animal," DJ replied shyly. "Dude, that's like nature's D student!" Louis blurted out and DJ laughed harder. It was soothing listening to the sound of his laughter and Louis knew the boy was on his way to getting better.

“Guess who took down the dragon at the darts booth?” Jake says, smirking. Luke puffs up proudly. “I did! And Dad missed one of his darts!” He says proudly and Anna snorts. “It was more than one.” “Traitor.” Jake mutters good-naturedly, playfully glaring at his mate. We all move through the booths together again, stopping for sweet treats and little games. Derek wins Ava a ridiculously large stuffed bear, which she insists on naming *Sir Growls-a-Lot* just to embarrass him.

The little girl laughed loudly every time the birds flew away. Lucas smiled. "She reminds me of Leo." Naomi laughed. "Leo would probably try to feed them first." "That's true." "He loves animals." Lucas nodded. "I noticed." "He even tried to bring home a duck once." Lucas looked surprised. "A duck?" Naomi covered her face, laughing. "Yes." "He found it in the park." "He told me it looked lonely." Lucas laughed so hard that people nearby turned to look at them. "What happened?" "I told him ducks belong in the lake."

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.

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.