Innapropriate Jokes Novels & Stories

Easter frowned trying to think but then shook her head negatively. "An impasta!" With that, they both started laughing making Sarah stare at the man dumbfounded. She heard this joke trillion times and she was sure this man must have used it many times as well but he was still laughing like a hyena. Darren looked up finding the woman he wanted to meet standing there with ridiculed expression openly telling him how lame his joke was. Sarah turned away from him grabbing the bags but watching her struggling with them he chuckled lowly standing up and making Easter look at him.

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

“Jokes have owners, Grace! Do not try to crack one if you know you will do something contrary to what a joker can, and that is to pull a smile or erupt outbursts of laughter from people. That back there was not a joke at all, Grace!” I say that because if she was joining, that was a terrible one. She should know that she stinks at it.

“You’re still thinking about lying to me?” “Come on, I mean like little jokes. Like yesterday—when I told you I was at the airport, but I was really on the train.” Annabelle thought about it. “As long as you don’t go too far, I guess it’s okay.” In day-to-day life, those harmless jokes were like seasoning. But too much of it—and it just left a bad taste. Kendrick nodded sincerely. “Alright, I’ll hold back a bit. But if I can’t joke around with you at all, life would be way too boring, right?”

“You know, Ruby, we learned a joke yesterday. Want to hear it?” I nod eagerly, intrigued by the joke that has captured their attention. “Alright,” Ethan begins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why don’t grumpy people like corn on the cob?” Playing along, I pretend to ponder the question. “Hmm, I’m not sure. Why don’t they?” “Because they think it’s ‘a-maize-ing’ that anyone could be happy!” Ethan bursts into laughter, and soon, the infectious giggles spread throughout the room.

Sure enough, Adrian closed his mouth. "Darling, then I will tell you a joke. There was a toothpick that was walking along the road. Just then, it saw a hedgehog running past the middle of the road, and then it shouted something at the hedgehog. Guess what it shouted? Yes, it is called the hedgehog 'bus'!! Haha, it's funny, isn't it?" RK felt that listening to Adrian's jokes would make him want to sleep even more than listening to him recite poems. This guy couldn't even tell a good joke. What was the meaning of telling a joke that everyone already knew? Would Stella laugh? What a childish kid.

I complained and Brian's eyes widened. "Jason!" "Engagements can be called off Brian, even marriages can be broken. The fact that she's engaged doesn't mean that she can't be taken." "That is a very wrong..." "I'm just joking!" I bursted into laughter. "That's a very inappropriate joke, especially in this situation," he commented with a very serious expression that made me laugh again. "Jason, can you stop playing here?" "After spending a lot of time with my children, I'm beginning to learn to create a joke from anything and everything."

someone yelled. "I won’t shut up until someone answers!" Lucas shouted back, clearly enjoying the attention. "We don’t know and we don’t care, so shut the hell up, Lucas!" another voice barked. "Wrong! It’s called Lemon-aid! Get it? Like the drink?" The groan this time was even louder. "Dad jokes are never, ever funny," Elodie muttered, shaking her head.

“Don’t you mean fangtastic?” “I most assuredly do not.” His face was now stern. I rolled my eyes. “OK, got it. Dick jokes are OK but vampire jokes are not. Touchy much?” His mouth was drawn in a thin line “Funny jokes are acceptable. Others should be met with the derision they deserve.” There was a pregnant pause and all silly jokes and puns rushed out of my head, so I settled for rolling my eyes at him as I jumped off the bar stool instead. “Do you have anyone you need to let know you’ll be away?” he asked

the VP echoed, “is one word for it. Some of us might say alarmed.” Julian said nothing. Let the silence stretch until it cracked. Finally, one of the senior partners cleared his throat. “Julian, your reputation has been spotless. Unimpeachable. You’ve weathered campaigns that would’ve destroyed lesser men. But this—” He gestured vaguely, like the words were too dirty to touch. “This is different.” “It’s inappropriate conduct,” Marlene added crisply from the corner. She’d been invited as HR’s representative, her pinched smile making Julian’s teeth ache. “It undermines our credibility as a professional organization.”