Inappropriate Knock Knock Jokes Novels & Stories

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Phyllis was awoken by the three loud knocks that she heard from her door. Still half asleep, she decided to ignore it. KNOCK Another knock was heard but after a few minutes, it went quiet again. Phyllis was again fast asleep as if she was not bothered by the noise earlier. Since she did not need to worry about her nephew, she was able to sleep peacefully. Or perhaps she was just so tired that she did not have the energy to get up. Nonetheless, she did not want to move from her spot.

I can't– I just can't with this friend of mine. "Your jokes are all lame. Even an infant won't find it funny." I said and they all laughed at what I have said. Well, it is the truth. "Who would laugh at a joke saying 'are you a clown? 'Cause you're just a clown'?" I asked. " It looks like someone is stunned because of the smile for his love of his life." Mr. Kirke was teasing Mr. Disero. I was curious to know who it was but ended up not to ask since it was none of my business.

Not 'who did it'. Silence. The knock didn't appear again. I closed the door again and locked it. Then go to bed for back to sleep. There's no point in paying attention to stupid knocking sounds. Continuing my disturbed sleep. This time I try to think positively. Okay, maybe it's some kind of lizard or animal that managed to break in. Then look for prey and make a sound. That's the logical reason. Might as well be right. 'knock-knock-knock'

Picking it up, I turned quickly, walked back over, and threw it in his face with a smile. "What, nothing to say? It looks like you finally got that much needed attitude adjustment. Turns out you really can be sweet!" I smiled at my own lame joke and quickly took a few steps back when his hands tightened into fists. The sticky goo ran down his face and onto his shirt, giving me even more satisfaction.

I set my stick down, wiped my hands against my jeans, and barely took a step before a voice piped up. “Cass, you leaving already?” I turned to see Jay leaning against the table, a beer in one hand, smirk lazy. Beside him, some dude I barely remembered raised a brow. “Carrie Mercer’s about to take her top off for a dare,” he grinned, swirling a drink in his hand. “You sure you wanna miss that?” I laughed, like I gave a shit. Like I was still that guy. Then I grabbed my jacket and strolled past them without looking back.

He lamented, his hand on his chest feigning hurt. “You talk too much,” Jonathan gave him a knock on the head, his eyes not leaving the road. “Ouch!” Brian cried. “What the hell was that for?” He stared daggers at Jonathan. “You want to cause an accident with your glare?” Jonathan asked. “That knock was a little too loud,” I said, chuckling silently. “I know right?” Brian agreed. “Wait! Are you mocking me?” He said swiftly turning to face me. “I would never do that,” I said, folding my lips inward to suppress my laughter.

For example, it is not funny that I woke up in a strange bed with a strange man thinking we had done strange things while I was unconscious from too much drink--and yet he was laughing hysterically just a few moments before. Similarly, it is not funny that I cannot fit into his trousers with the roundness of my hips being as they are. I did not ask to borrow them, and yet here I am, awkward and uncomfortable. Thankfully, his guild friend, a sweet girl named Julie, had a few pairs that were able to work. And it's good that we found those because his last joke is the least funny of all. "A boy," I bark indignantly. "You have got to be joking."

Harry knocked at the door but no one opened. A neighbour heard the persistent knock and came to check. “You just missed her, she has just gone to work and she will be back in the evening,” the neighbour said. “Don't keep on knocking like a mad person she is not in. You should learn that if you knock once and there is no answer that means that there is no one in the house. You look educated but you can't tell that,”he continued. His would made Harry boil with rage

"It's seems like someone is in the habit of knocking someone over." He said chuckling while I just stood there smiling sheepishly. He wasn't wrong tho, it's been two times in a row now. I'm beginning to think faith is tryna play a dirty game here cause why him of all the whole people in this university do I have to knock over. It's could literally be someone else. Maybe like another professor or even another student. But NO!!! Faith just couldn't let that opportunity slip up so he sent the one person that I've been thinking about all day. "Adrian."

At this point, I had given up already, and I was just hoping that the worst wouldn't happen. To think that I was being manhandled by this man, and none of them could ever help me. "Mere looking at her, you'd know that she is very fertile. She will definitely fill your home with plenty wolf babies." The emcee said, and they whole audience started laughing at me, again. I was just so pained. Here I was, sitting down in front of an audience of men who loved to capitalize on the weaknesses of others. The most annoying part of it was that they were actually laughing like drunk fools who had lost their minds. In all honesty, I actually didn't find anything funny in all the naughty jokes that they