Funny Dad Story Novels & Stories

I voiced out as I rushed my words hoping they wouldn't ask for me to repeat myself. And the next thing I knew, my father burst into loud laughter as the other elders of our pack joined in the laughter as well. I felt embarrassed that the one good thing I could do that probably could count was sort of a joke to my father. I suddenly wondered what they had heard that sounded so funny. “I’m not lying Pa!!” I yelled. “There you go again,” My father said, clapping his hands. “Seeking the attention you don’t deserve,” he said with an evil smirk on.

I said. My dad also nodded his head , “yeah. Madalynne.. just call us mum and dad already. Thank you for tolerating with Joseph. You are really the toughest one!” My dad joke. As I laughed, “Dad! I do not think that I was that bad? Am I?” I replied jokingly too. My dad nodded his head so quick, “you are the worst!” He said then he laughed out loud. “Woah , what am I missing here?” Emily chipped in as she walked hand in hand with Aaron.

My sister always got away with everything, so I naturally became Dad's favorite guinea pig to make an example of. When we were little, my sister refused to eat vegetables. He threw me into the bathroom, locked me in for five days without food, and starved me until I vomited blood. My sister was so terrified that she never dared to be a picky eater again. When we got older, she became obsessed with video games. Dad tied me to the computer and ordered me to play nonstop for thirty hours until my eyes bled. My sister swore she would never touch a computer again, and only then did he stop. Later, once puberty hit, my sister refused to wear thermal underwear. When Dad found out, he threw me

“Of course, Mr. Chairman! Dominick and I made a bet on who would finish the meal first. The loser must grant us a piece of business advice.” What a lame excuse that was! Business advice? Does this bastard think my dad is easy to fool? My old man only believed that his son was good for nothing. He further claimed that all I knew was to party everywhere, making the night day. As someone who loves wandering around. Someone useless who loves to waste his goddamn money. My mind was laughing at that. Even our guard dogs wouldn’t believe that kind of excuse. “That’s what I am talking about!” Dad laughs for the first time in history.

He just looks like someone who's weirded out by a nonsensical conversation between father and child, which means that we're both safe. Dad inclines his head back enough to address the guard. "Guess I passed my crazy to my little girl, huh? Haha. Not really. Her jokes are just corny." "Hey!" I protest, offended. "Nah. Just kidding, sweets. You know I love you. What I'm saying is, I do remember that you have a friend in Korea." he says slowly, and I hang on to his every word. "Are you still in touch with him? I heard his parents died. Car accident. Two drunks in a truck fucked them up from the side. They never did catch those guys." Dad narrates, his eyes staring into a spot in space in which

From what I’ve heard, he absolutely hated it, but no one else would hire him. “What happened?” I ask my dad, thinking maybe this is just some sick joke. But my father wouldn’t joke about something like that. “He fell into a vat of poop,” my father says. “No one noticed in time to get him out. He was so lazy at work that a lot of times, he’d just disappear for hours, so his coworkers thought he was just out taking another unauthorized break when in fact, he was in the shit. They found him a few hours later when he finally surfaced and started floating. His mouth was open, and a bunch of poo was in there. They say it’s the most gruesome thing they’ve ever seen at the plant.”

His voice was frail but still audible. “I have a very funny story” He started, a light scoff making it out of his lips. “Well, if you think about it really deeply, you’d see that all of this is just one funny, unending story” My Dad cleared his throat. There was the remnant of a half smile still across his lips. And then he cleared his throat. “You know how your Mum and I met?” He asked. I shook my head and he gestured that I took a seat on the bed next to him. I did.

But the he suddenly spoke, “I think your Dad is taking too much time with the food. I’m starting to get hungry, not even with the smell that is entering into my nostrils at the moment.” Adam whispered, keeping his eyes on my dad all through like Dad could hear what he had just told me. I laughed out. It was just something I could not help but do. I started to laugh so hard it was uncontrollable. Tears was almost rolling down my eyes. Adam glared at me, and that only seemed to make me laugh the more. Like dad finally realized that he had people in the kitchen with him, he glanced up.

I said annoyed and Dad laughed softly. I mean, I'm pretty, not handsome. "You really are my heir, even if you don't admit it I know you like Trix too." Dad said. He patted my shoulder before leaving. Is Daddy really funny? I want something!? Trix pfft so funny. That's the funniest joke I've ever heard! "HAHAHA---ermm" I stopped when the door suddenly opened and I saw my secretary flirting. He flirts with me sometimes-- well, not always, when I'm here at the company, he attracts me pfft he doesn't know that I'm sick of him.

dad asked as I made my way into the house. I flopped on the couch and told my dad everything that has been going on with Goof. I explained the dinners and how attentive he has been. I told dad about what happened at the lake where he acted like he might be jealous. Minus the sex part. Which didn’t make sense. And what happened when I told Goof I was pregnant. “ Dad, he was supposed to walk away back to his skanks. Not get on his knees to talk to my stomach and call himself daddy.” I said.