Inappropriate Knock Knock Jokes Novels & Stories

"Hey Amara; knock-knock." Amara sighed a groan. "Not this again." He'd spent the first half hour of their date rattling off corny knock-knock jokes that she'd laughed at for a while, but then just told him to stop; repeatedly. He was worse than Milo, because even Milo got tired of her irritation or heeded her threats. Declan just grinned at her when she threatened. "Knock-knock," Declan said again, grinning. Amara sighed. "Who's there?"

I'm guessing u didn't laugh tate_kvngh: I laughed, Eddie. Don't worry. You didn't really embarrass yourself that much. T'was a good one. tate_kvngh: I have one for you too, knock knock. EdwardBlack1794: that's more like it cupcake :D Who's there? tate_kvngh: Harmony EdwardBlack1794: harmony who? tate_kvngh: harmony knock knock jokes do you have? tate_kvngh: HAHAHAHAHAHA laugh with me or I'll hate you forever >_<

I reply, my voice softening, "Is everything alright? Why do you call?” -["Papa, I… I’ve a joke,"]- He says, his tiny voice brimming with excitement. "Oh, I love jokes! Go ahead, buddy," I encourage, looking forward to the adorable punchline. -["Knock, knock.”]- "Who's there?" I play along. -["Ba… na… na.”]- "Banana who?" I ask with feigning curiosity. -["Ba-na-na… fall down… and… go boom!"]-

Most people knock on doors with a pattern of either two short knocks and one long or two long and one short. But this person outside was different. Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock knock, knock— Knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock— Knock, knock—knock! Knock, knock—knock! The knocking rhythm even reminded me of a familiar childhood tune. But that didn't help with my morning grumpiness.

"Shirley, come down! We need to sort this out in person!" I stayed inside. She hollered for half an hour before giving up and leaving. The next day, Darcy's sister-in-law knocked on my door. "Shirley, please open up. Just a quick word..." I kept the door shut. It was day five when Becky dropped a bomb in the family chat. [Becky: Some folks get too big for their britches, thinking they can even take their mother-in-law to court. Just wait till they're old and see if anyone's there to care for them. You reap what you sow.]

This was becoming unhealthy. Knock …knock… Too reluctant to get out of bed, I glance at the door then back at the ceiling. “Fuck the hell off” I say loudly. There was no need for me to be rude but I couldn’t care less. Knock knock “Are you deaf? I said Go the fuck away.” I was getting irritated Knock…. knock…. Now I was pissed. Was this person deaf ? I was sexually frustrated, financially in ruin and this asshole was knocking at my door at 8pm.

Nothing more, no emphasis no explanation, no codes, no hints, no idea I walk back into the room shutting the door behind me and making sure to lock it, we are coming? What on Earth does it mean? Who is coming and why are they coming? This can't be a joke by a pack member and the knicks were of irregular pattern. Now I think carefully about the knock; it seemed to have been a repetition of a pattern. " Tap,tap, tap two tap tap Tap,tap, tap two tap tap Tap,tap, tap two tap tap

I snorted before I coughed up some more smoke. "I wish you would." John laughed. "Lord, John, you shouldn't say shit like that." "Why not? You can't knock it until you try it." John winked at me and started to burst out laughing; he was dim. What would Pepper think if she heard her son talk like this? He better be glad it was just me that heard him. Not everyone would be as understanding when it came to nelly jokes. "Stop bumping your gums." I shook my head at him with a smile.

“Now. The laugh. I heard you yesterday, when you thought no one was listening. It’s too high.” He stopped in front of me, tapping his own chest. “Elion’s was deeper. From here.” The gesture was intimate. Unexpected. I flinched. His jaw tightened instantly. “Try again,” he said. “I’ll tell you a joke. It’s a terrible one. Elion hated it.” He told it anyway... something painfully unfunny involving a squirrel and a priest. I forced out a weak chuckle, the sound thin and hollow. “No.” The word cracked like a whip.

Knock knock knock Knock knock Knock! "Eric dear, it is Sunday and we better prepare for church. I just need to wake up my heavy sleeping daughter." I heard my mom's voice echo from the passage. At first I thought I was dreaming until it dawned onto to me how much shit I was in. I quickly woke Eric up, I was sleeping on his chest. He was sleeping soundly but it was the wrong time to day dream. "Mrs. Winters, I will be right down." Eric yelled staying stagnant in bed pulling me close to his chest. He didn't seem to be in knock mode like I was.