Funniest Knock Knock Jokes Novels & Stories

Blaine pov " knock knock on the window , I see them stop and look at the door and then all of them said fuck. Shawn: good luck with that and explaining that to miles...

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* The knock was loud in quiet night. It was only eight in the afternoon but John knew that everyone would be gone to bed. The rules had always been lights out at 7h30pm sharp. He also knew that the head mistress would be gone for the day, leaving only the night nanny and janitor who lives in the orphanage. He stood out side patiently waiting for and answer but it was still silent. He picked up the door knocker once more and was about to release it when the door abruptly jerked open. He was greeted by the always smiling Janitor. His face was wrinkled and worn out with age. He was in his mid forties when John was sent to the orphanage,now being in his late sixties almost

What's the worst thing that could happen, right? I reached the door to the parking garage and gave the metal bar a shove. It didn't open. I pushed again. Nothing. I knocked on the door, as hard as I could, "Conner, if you're doing this, I am gonna kill you when I get out!" I snapped, knocking yet again. He was the prankster of the group; I wouldn't expect less from him. Still, no one answered. "Aylin! Sally!" I snapped, "Come on guys, it's not funny!"

“But also… the way the characters chose each other, over and over.” Something about the way he says it makes my chest tighten. I’m mid-scoop of ice cream when he suddenly says, “Knock, knock.” I blink. “Oh no.” “Knock, knock.” “Who’s there?” “Vamp.” “…Vamp who?” “Vamp-ire believe how good this date is going?” I burst out laughing. Real, unfiltered laughter that has me clutching my stomach and nearly spilling my ice cream. “Oh my God,” I wheeze. “That was terrible.”

Maybe group therapy is needed to try to overcome the crap we've been through. Knock, Knock, Knock

The knocking became louder and faster. “I’m dead. I told you, I’m dead. I can’t hear you. Get lost!” Knock, knock, knock! “F*ck!” Haydn jumped up after being annoyed by the knocking. He strode over to the door and opened it. He started shouting without even looking, “What the hell are you knocking for...” Smack! Before he could finish his sentence, Haydn was punched in the face. The punch was so savage that Haydn staggered backward and almost fell.

Multitasking at its finest. I knock. Hard. Impatient. Knock-knock-knock!! Mel opens the door, and it’s as if the devil himself came visiting. Her face drains of color. “Oh, ship.” And then — BAM! Door. Slams. Right. In. My. Face. … Well. That’s new.

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.

Bowen screamed. Everyone could hear the panic and hysteria in his voice. He stumbled off the stage, tripping and lurching toward the backstage area. In his panic, he didn't notice the steps. So, he twisted his ankle and fell straight down, rolling all the way down the stairs. The staff who were backstage finally snapped out of their daze. They fumbled in panic to shut off the screen. The giant screen went black in an instant. I became even more of a joke standing in front of the dark screen alone.

- No one there laughing at anything. He was terrible at it, all the jokes were out of turn, whoever didn't understand. - I think he talks about the project to use Queen and other Kong relatives as city cleaners. – Another said. - It was a very interesting project. – Another said. - Damn this is a joke. – Then he punched a third, who fell sprawling to the ground. So, in the middle of the meeting, when they left the meeting, they were heading to their mansions and their next business.