Jokes About 69 Novels & Stories

"Did you bring the crack pipe?" "Left it at school." "That's too bad." "Yeah." "You know you should get it fixed." "The crack pipe?" "Yeah." "I'm embarrassed that I heard that." "It was a stretch, I'll admit." "Oh, Jay, there's this guy in my dorm that hangs out with the crew sometimes. Worst forced jokes ever. Ever.” "Let's go inside." "Yeah, OK." She talked as I held the door for her. "You've no idea how bad it is. He'd try to make a joke after a documentary on Human Trafficking or something. No sense of appropriateness." "You should tell him so."

"I ate Aunt Molly out after Greg fucked her." "Enjoy it?" "Mmm, yes." Sarah paused. "Uncle Jack?" "What?" "Can I practice my cock-sucking techniques on you?" Jack's half-hard prick twitched. He chuckled. "My prick's obviously interested, so why not?" Sarah paused again, deep in thought. "Uncle Jack?" "Yes?" "Sixty-nine? It probably means we won't fuck now, but we're here until next weekend." "Which means you get another chance. Sixty-nine? Sure, I'm game." He leered. "It means I get to taste your sweet pussy."

he said, "I would be in hot water. But there are a few chaps I'll share a good laugh with when I need it." "Oh really?" I asked, "They must be near your age. Sorry if that was rude! I just can't imagine a bunch of gray heads laughing at a joke." Now he did laugh. "You're quite right," he said, "I suppose they must be near enough in age, a little older here, little younger there," he shrugged casually, "Pfft, it's a party. Age doesn't matter." Better back off, Jenna. He already got weird once. Don't push it.

Louis laughed heartily and so did the man. "Ask them, they'll tell you how long it took for me to believe what they were saying. I swear I nearly lost my shit! I was looking at these people and in my mind I'm like, oh, boy, they've all finally gone bunkers. I knew it was only a matter of time before the aliens invaded earth and sucked all our brains out so mayhaps they had discovered HillsBay first and began their claim of earthains taking brains for snack." Everyone in the room burst out into a ruckus of laughter with his theory. JC hadn't changed one bit, still the same smart ass and lousy joker.

I could see him toughening and trying to pick up skill but I still finished with a clean run. It was his turn to collapse on the floor. "Aww. Don't be such a cry baby. " I teased leaning over him. "Fuck off. " And I burst into laughter. "Poor baby. Do you need to go to the hospital?" "What for?" He asked with an eye roll. "You just served your balls on a platter and you need phalloplasty," I joked. His mouth was open before he chortled in laughter, "once again, fuck off! My balls are fine, thank you."

She said it was a smirk, and I saw that the game was on. The guy rocked back a bit as a couple of other people in the crowd chuckled. His nostrils flared and he frowned. "I'm not surprised really. I could feed you my funny bone and make you laugh over and over." "Oh, that explains everything," you said, and turned to Gemma but kept talking loudly. "All the steroids shrunk his funny bone along with his cock." This got us a few more laughs, and the guy was starting to go red. He lifted an arm and flexed. To be fair to him, it was an impressive muscle, but he looked ridiculous doing it. "Boy, I could fold you in half and-"

the man keeps interrupting "hey you shut the fuckup Fitsher, you're a gad`damn drunk, how many bottles would your sh*t belly take before you stop, with your chicken hands. What do you mean by "dem right!" (Big j mimicking his voice) I'm sure your mama is at the church singing halleluyah praise the Lord my son is a good man, not knowing he is an empty vessel! with chicken brains." "hahahaha." other men laughing at Fitsher "what are you laughing about?, (they all fell silent) you are all a disgrace!" Big j said.

I announced. "A six? A six? My cereal making skills is the best you will ever meet so far and you give it a six?" He whined like a baby. I couldn't control my laughter anymore as I burst out laughing. He was joking right? He couldn't be serious. "Fine then. A six it is." He accepted and ate.

A group of men sat together, exchanging filthy and crude jokes. This was nothing but another normal day in their lives.

she wailed uncontrollably, frantically clawing at Vanessa's clothes. Everyone in the room was stunned. "What are you doing?" Vanessa screamed as she struggled. "Let go, you insane woman! Investments always come with risk! How is it my fault if you lost money?" "Investments?" I scoffed coldly. I pulled out a thick stack of bank statements from my bag and slammed them onto the dining table. "You call these 'investments', Vanessa?" I glanced at the male colleagues who had been cracking vulgar jokes at the table earlier and said loudly, "Over the past six months, Vanessa has used Mr. Studdard's name to set up three investment group chats and scammed nearly six million dollars from everyone.