Joe Mama Jokes Novels & Stories

"Duh, I'm not a complete dolt I know I can't drink." "Didn't say you were babe but when you get around this bunch you always lose your damn mind." I glowered at the table at large and got goofy smiles all around. Fuck were these women up to? "This bunch is your two sisters, your mother and her friends." "Uh huh, your point?" "I never thought I'd see the day, my son the bad ass is whipped." Ma and her friends whooped it up at my expense and then the male jokes started. Apparently we were all pussy whipped asses being led around by our dicks. I never knew ma even had those types of conversations.

Now Joe was also doubting him, expecting him to be dead? “You never know, shit hits the fan sometimes.” Joe was chuckling. Hunter frowned, waiting for Joe to stop laughing at his stupid joke. Joe suddenly stopped laughing. “I was joking brother man.” “If you're done 'joking' I have something I need you to get me.” “What?” “Melatonin.” “What? You do drugs now?” “What?” “That's like cocaine and shit, right?” “Joe, it's a bloody sleeping pill.” “You haven't been sleeping, have you?”

“Sounds like our Patty alright.” “We should call her Patty, the Conqueror,” Joe joked and they both laughed. The laugh lasted until Joe hissed from his aching side. “Is that pain, or is your funny bone broken?” Allen asked and they laughed. Joe hissed again. “Please stop making me laugh,” he told Allen, still laughing though. “Come on in let me get you something to eat, man,” Allen offered. “You guys still got the pie special?” asked Joe. “When you’re getting food free, you take what you get, mister,” Allen replied.

“So how was work mom?” Ludo asked Zamiwe. “Great my daughter,” Zamiwe smiled as she passed Joe a plate of veggies. “How about you dad? Business?” “So far, it's doing well,” Joe answered. “How was your day?” “It was fine. Boring for the most parts,” Ludo chuckled. “What did you do?” Zamiwe asked. “Nothing as usual. I just watched TV,” Ludo sighed. “I wanted to apologize for the way I talked to you two the other day.”

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."

I clenched my fists tightly to hold myself back. Joshua's eyes met mine before turning back to his mom. “She’s my wife,” he declared, his voice steady and audacious. I saw his mother’s spirit seem to leave her body. Her face turned frigid and pale. She took another glance at me from head to toe, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. Then she suddenly broke into a classy laugh. “That’s an expensive joke, Jay. Your dark humor always gets me.” She laughed so hard. I couldn’t believe I was ridiculed to the point of becoming a laughingstock. Once the biggest name in the city, now I was the butt of the joke. It was a staggering transformation.

“Will he have to go to the hospital? Will he pass out or get swollen cheeks? What will happen to him, Nana?” Nana beamed with laughter and I was perplexed as to why any of this was funny. “He'll go to the toilet multiple times—at least a hundred,” Nana laughed out loud afresh and I couldn't detain my laughter either. I held my hand over my mouth to stop the laughter but the imaginations that filled my head couldn't be stopped. Xander? Pooping? You can tell that I burst out laughing. “Nana? Stop laughing,” I told her sweetly while laughing myself. “Why didn't you tell me? You saw me when I started making the pies.”

This time, there was no way out. He dragged me toward the door, my feet stumbling to keep up, my arm screaming where he gripped it. I was still trying to explain. “Dad, I did not do it. Uncle Ray miscounted. Brady made it up. I did not give anyone a reason to laugh at you.” “Did not do it? Brady saw it with his own eyes, and you are still denying it?” Dad wrenched the front door open. Cold air rushed in. “I will teach you a lesson right now so you never forget what it feels like when people laugh at you.”

" I stopped and turned around. I looked at her tear-streaked face and let out a cold laugh–then kicked her. She was not ready for it and fell hard, face-first onto the ground. "Best friends? You think you deserve that?" Connor ran after me, forcing a smile. "Sophia, w-wait for me–" My dad shot him a cold look. "What? Want a slap?" He froze, mouth opening and closing, unable to say anything. I did not bother with him. I walked straight toward the school gate. … I had just gotten in the car when a DM came in from Tara.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my