Jokes About 69 Novels & Stories

Mentally, a wry grin spread across my lips, but outwardly, I kept a blank/serious expression, as if this should be common knowledge. “Yeah, recent studies show that when men see a pair of tits, they revert back to Neanderthals,” I delivered evenly. “Lose their ability to speak, become single-minded morons and the only type of weapon they’re able to wield is their dicks.” He blinked once! Then twice… And I was hurting, I wanted to laugh so bad! “What?” he gritted, still looking at me as if he couldn’t decide if he should wring my neck – or ring a mental institution!

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

one of the other Elders wondered making the rest laugh. These old men don’t even have teeth at the back. How the fuck do they still laugh in sync together in perfect harmony ? Although their laughs are too shrill for men to have. Ughh. Stupid whiny voice boxes. “Looks like she will be worth more dead than alive afterall,” another remarked and the rest of the assholes guffawed even louder at that. “She is nothing ! If she were in my toilet I wouldn't even bother flushing it. My bath mat means more to me than her,” another scumbag commented and then noises similar to cackling geese echoed throughout the place.

He rolled his eyes at the some girl who had sent a group message out within minutes of hearing that the other woman was pregnant. “Yes,” Bunny laughed, “his nipples, dick and scrotum are pierced.” Gina chuckled lightly before quietly adding, “Ribbed for her pleasure.” “I don’t need to know that.” JD grumbled. “I don’t need that image in my head. Colleen, is it possible to use Scrubbing Bubbles on your brain?”

"Cardboard and suffering?" "Exactly." Jonathan’s eyes lit up, happy to see even a tiny smile. "And if that doesn’t work, I’ve got jokes. Why did the painter go to jail?" Lucy shook her head, still wiping tears. "Because he was framed!" A surprised giggle escaped her. "Oh no… that’s actually terrible." "I’ve got more," he warned with a playful grin. "What do you call a fake noodle?" "…What?" "An impasta!"