Jokes About Men Novels & Stories

“Trust me Jax, you really have no clue.” “It doesn’t take a scientist to come to the conclusion that you gave into the demands of your men.” The magic words. He said them. My men. “Yea, they had an idea to make me more comfortable, so we rolled with it.” Jax was the only one who could get away with the slew of inappropriate and explicit jokes that came out of his mouth, but only because I knew him well enough to know that they were just that, jokes. The thought of me having to entertain two men bothered him, I knew that too, but we both also knew that I wasn’t really given a choice in the matter. We play the hand that’s dealt to us.

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 ask, hoping his explanation satisfies my confusion. "Oh, we apologize about that. Your coffee wasn't toilet water, that was a joke and I know we may have gone overboard with the two days in a roll lockout but our chief prankster couldn't come up with something else. I know it sounds weird but like I said, it's a thing we do here," he explained and I'm baffled. Are these people mentally stable? Are they okay in their heads? How does any of this even make any sense to them?

At this point, I had given up already, and I was just hoping that the worst wouldn't happen. To think that I was being manhandled by this man, and none of them could ever help me. "Mere looking at her, you'd know that she is very fertile. She will definitely fill your home with plenty wolf babies." The emcee said, and they whole audience started laughing at me, again. I was just so pained. Here I was, sitting down in front of an audience of men who loved to capitalize on the weaknesses of others. The most annoying part of it was that they were actually laughing like drunk fools who had lost their minds. In all honesty, I actually didn't find anything funny in all the naughty jokes that they

Is he mad or something to ask me that stupid question? "Ahh!! I'm sorry bro!, I totally forgot, you know nothing about women" he laughed Awkwardly "You don't even have a wife or even a girlfriend. you haven't even been in a relationship before" "Honestly I feel bad for you bro" he laughed. "I mean, you're 37 years old , still no-" "One more word, and I'll detach your tongue from your mouth" I said coldly. "Chill bro, I mean you're already chilly but, calms. I was just joking around" he rubbed his arms as if feeling cold all of a sudden.

Alpha Darwin, have you heard the tale of the invisible man? Well, it's transparent. You can't see him, but he's always there!" The room erupted once more, in laughter's embrace, As the jokes continued, painting smiles on each face. Diana, with her quick wit, couldn't resist, Sharing her own joke, one not to be missed. "Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!" The laughter swelled, filling the room, As jokes continued to dispel any gloom. Alpha Darwin, the master of mirth,

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.

I never expected that the words I had spent so long preparing would result in an outburst of laughter, with a few people even slapping the table. “Hey Evelyn, this is a bit much, don’t you think? We talk about everything here. I even joke about my wife being fat. What’s the big deal? Hahaha." The laughter in the room kept rolling in, as if turning one's wife into a joke was something to be proud of. I replied flatly, “What’s so impressive about mocking your wife? To be honest, it just shows how weak you are!”

“Hmph! Anyway, men are different from women. It’s very normal for men to be half-hearted. They will love this person one moment, and that person the next! Women are different! If they really fall in love with a man, they will only love that man.” “Sigh! The major drama will keep playing all day long!”

“Man, everyone’s got jokes today.” I shook my head, waving them both off. “Alright, alright. Get it out of your system. I was resting my eyes, that’s all.” Petrov chuckled as he pulled up a chair. “Resting your eyes, huh? That’s what old men say when they fall asleep in front of the TV.” Tony slapped his knee, laughing even harder. “Next thing you know, he’ll be asking us to turn down the music and get off his lawn.” “Alright, that’s enough,” I said, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. The room was filled with easy laughter, the kind that cut through the tension like a knife. But deep down, I knew it wouldn’t last. It never did.