Funny Deer Blind Dad Jokes Novels & Stories

Even in his state, she managed to amuse him. “Anyway,” she continues sternly, “if you don’t light up, your farthole will clamp shut and your poop will push back into your tummy.” She looks around the room pensively as if checking whether we believe her or not. She thinks NOT, cause she adds, “Trues. It happened to my dad once.” She slowly shakes her head from side to side. “And it’s not a pretty sight.”

And just like that, something eases. I chuckle, shaking my head. “My apology is sorry?” I shoot back. “You should hear yourself. That’s some bullshit comfort talk coming from an elder brother.” We both laugh. Actually laugh. The door creaks open. We turn. Mum and Dad stand there. “Did I just hear laughter?” Dad asks from behind mum. Scar and I exchange a glance. “Maybe,” he says with a shrug. “Actual laughter?” Dad presses. “Not the two of you trying to tear each other apart and go full beast?”

Kiara slowly said, sitting up abruptly, “Invitation to what?” “See for yourself.” He passed the fancy-looking invitation to her, “It was a very impromptu invitation, but you like this kind of stuff. Very…gen-z ish.” He slapped his knee, “Dad jokes, huh?” “No.” Kiara stared blankly at him, shaking her head. “Don’t do that again, Dad.” “No? Okay, sorry snookums.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at all the sexual frustration I could see in his gorgeous blue eyes. “What’s so funny?” my dad asked, walking across our driveway to stand in David’s yard. “Nothing,” I said, “I just had a great time.” I got off the bike and pulled the helmet off, shaking my hair free. “That’s good to hear, honey. I was worried you might be scared.” My dad handed the other beer he’d brought to David. He got off the bike, holding his helmet in such a way that it hid the massive boner he still had.

I hear her Dad chuckle “Ahhh blinded by love…. You won’t be when they stand on your toes son, you’ll be blinded by pain I can tell you!” He timed what he’d said just as I had a mouthful of coffee and I spat it everywhere as I laughed. Lilah glared at me. “I am a tough Alpha I can take it” I grin at Lilah and laugh again as I hear her Dad laughing. “Aww she’s giving me evils now Trent we made her mad” her Dad laughs louder. “Aww sweetheart do you not like your mate and your papa joking round with you or getting on?” He teased her.

"Hello dad, I've missed you. How are you doing?" "I'm doing great. You?" There was a small pause and then he continued. "Congratulations on getting your art sold. Though I would have loved to have my face on the canvas." He said with a small chuckle. I laughed at his comment. "Yours will be next, dad. Remember Mr. Blackwell looks like an action movie actor...easy to draw." I lied. "Alright, I'm no longer jealous. How's the school? Do you like it and do you like London?"

I eyed those beavertails but I couldn't bring myself to try it out, all the laughter going around the table was steering me wackos, freaking annoying, why were they happy when I was gloomy. "Try this, Dr. Sean!" I watched as Dean filled Sean's plate with beavertails and poutine together, I felt my anger being spiked by the scene, especially when Sean took a bite and nodded his head in approval, I watched in annoyance as Dean chuckled like the love-struck puppy that he was. "So, what do you think of my son, Tristan?" Dad asked, knocking me out from wandering senses. Jessica glanced at me, glimmering. What the hell?! I lifted a glass of water to my lips.

Chad muses, a cocky grin forming on his lips. I bark out a laugh, throwing my head back. “What? She does!” he argues. Both Mom and Lauren join me in laughing at Chad, and even my dad is shaking his head at my brother, a small smile at the corner of his mouth. “Son, it’s not a good thing to fool yourself like this. Us men normally tend to come up short in our beliefs,” my father jokes, making the rest of us laugh even louder. Chad shifts in his seat, turning to fully face us on the couch. He raises an eyebrow at us, challenging.

"She's the fire to my shadow." We sat there a while longer, the conversation shifting to lighter things—pack hunts, old stories of Dad and Hang's youthful escapades. Hang laughed at one point, recalling how they'd once outrun a rival pack's scouts after a moonlit raid on their berry fields. "We were fools back then," he said, clapping Dad on the back. "But damn, it was fun." Dad chuckled, refilling our mugs. "And now our kids are the fools. Tae here, mooning over your girl like a pup with his first crush."

The tease in his tone is obvious as he comes to stand next to me, throwing an arm around my shoulders. “Dad, that’s a dangerous game you’re playing,” I warn, stifling a laugh. “You know Mom doesn’t take kindly to jokes about her cooking or her mood swings.” “Ah, but it’s worth it to see that fire in her eyes,” he replies, grinning. “Besides, I can outrun her if things get too heated. I’m not the one with stents in my heart.” Dad winks at me, and I can’t help but laugh.