Innapropriate Jokes Novels & Stories

"I'm really sorry, that was an inappropriate joke, which I thought was really funny. Wasn't it funny to you though?" I stood to my feet, and tilted my head a little, so we could stare into each others eyes without the inconvenience of height. "It was funny, Tommy, but I didn't want to laugh. However, just like you said, I did find it 'inappropiate'." He nodded severally, as his eyes remained fixed on me. There were a a thousand thoughts racing through my mind all at once, but they didn't seem appropriate. I roamed aimlessly around the corners of the room greatly perplexed. Not to mention the fact that Tommy's gaze was beginning to make me feel uneasy, and I couldn't hide it anymore.

Forgot to tell you sooner. He had sent me messages almost three hours ago. I smile and reply. Me: That’s Ok! Sorry I didn't answer you sooner. I didn’t feel like attending, so I skipped. As we reach home, I behold myself to receive some lame one-liner about skipping classes. Some of his jokes are funny, but sometimes these are so stupid it makes me chuckle, wondering why does he even bother? “Did you know that a waffle on a California beach is called a Sandy Eggo?” He had tried this joke last evening.

I joked lightly, and Serin rolled his eyes at my poor excuse of one. "Funny," he said humorlessly. I only cackled even harder. "No, seriously. You should step out of the corporate world and become a comedian with jokes like that." "Aw, come on, Serin." I followed him out of the house and into the backyard, where he walked out for some fresh air. "It was kind of funny, admit it!" "You need to admit yourself into a mental hospital with jokes like that." ###

Bright and early the next day, I showed up at the office as usual. I ignored the whispers and stares, and made a beeline for my desk to start clearing it out. That was when Lily waltzed over, oozing fake sympathy. "Janice, can't you take a joke? "Come on, it was just a little toilet cleaning. Why'd you have to go and tell Mr. Hoffman you're quitting? No need to blow things out of proportion. "Look, I'll even dip into my own wallet and toss you a little extra cash to make up for it.

Then someone in the crowd sneered, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that must be Sophia's sugar daddy. Showed up to defend her. She's not picky, is she. She'll take a guy in his fifties." The crowd erupted. Some covered their mouths, laughing. Others joined in openly. "Yeah, I heard she doesn't care about age. Maybe this old man's a regular too." The dean's expression tightened. He turned sharply toward the crowd. "All of you–shut your mouths!" He glanced at my injuries, his voice urgent.

She chuckled and then broke into delighted laughter. He grinned. “You get that I’m joking?” “Well, of course you’re joking. Vomity ones.” She laughed again. “Too funny.” “Most people don’t get my jokes. Say they’re inappropriate.” He finger-quoted inappropriate. “Are they idiots?” “Arguably.” She laughed again. “A woman who gets my jokes…” His pleased little grin turned into a broad smile. “Can I buy you a coffee sometime? Or a jet?” “A jet?” She laughed until her stomach ached and she had to bend over with her hands on both knees to catch her breath. “You’re killing me.”

“I wanted to be, but I figured I needed to find out the reason first before I jump to a conclusion.” “Wow, what would have been a conclusion?” “People have tried to get me in uncompromising positions a few times. Usually it’s money related or paternity related.” “Damn, paternity related?” “Yeah, but I have no kids if you were curious. No baby mama drama with me.” I laughed out loud and Malachi was mesmerized. He looked as if he had fallen in love with me instantly while I laughed and he joined in. “You have an amazing laugh. I absolutely love it.” He smiled, making me blush.

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."

It might help if I get lost…or accidentally set the apartment on fire,” I teased, getting a hint of a smile that he buried by denying. "Or you'll probably starve the poor animal to death," he returned the joke, narrowing his gaze, making the lines of expression visible at the corners of his eyes. Since the incident in my bathroom we acquired the ability to joke when it came to Alzheimer's. Black jokes made the situation less overwhelming. He was the first person he could joke with like this. My friends didn't like it when he said things like that and found it cruel; what they didn't understand was that at the end of the day the one who would live in limbo would be me, and taking it so seriou

I smiled innocently to match the false statement. "You are so funny. Do you ever hear that?" "Not always. Not really, truly. I'm told that I'm a bit loquacious. Some say I'm too honest. I find myself not speaking too much because of it. I seriously would hate to want to make a joke to lighten the room and I end up making the person angry or sad. It's a struggle, really." "Oh, it's not that bad, is it?" "It is. One time I made my cousin cry on her wedding day for simply pointing out to her that she'd been carrying icing between her teeth for about two hours." I said and he laughed again. This time around his hands flew to his stomach.