Jokes About Men Novels & Stories

I yelled at him. That didn't stop him from throwing his head backward and laughing as though I had made another joke. Did this man ever consider my feelings? I looked outside just to keep myself calm but was surprised when his fingers drummed on my arm. "I'm sorry if my jokes make you angry, it only means that you are not as immune as you would claim to be. I do not only win my opponents with my business ideas; I win them through my lovely jokes. If you don't know how to take a joke then maybe you also need to get yourself checked."

He grins cheekily. Okay being an ass hat! I elbow him again, only more aggressively this time. Especially as his joking at how great in bed I am isn’t true. We haven’t had sex in weeks. The men all laugh and make weird dirty gestures and nods as though he told them all I was an A grade porn star and I seriously wonder why women put up with men at all. “Arrick is enough women for both of us; cooking, neat freak and all that, so one of us had to have the bedroom skills to make it worthwhile.” I jut in sassily and raise a wicked eyebrow at him as everyone demolishes with hysterical laughter.

He shrugs. “Yes, we are human. We make mistakes and we have fights over stupid stuff like leaving the toilet seat up,” I add. “Yes, I wish you’d stop doing that, Babe.” Jayden grins that grin. Everyone laughs at his joke, and I thump him on the arm in jest.

It wasn't just me who heard what Hubert Lock said. His parents heard them too. Laidman Lock immediately raised a hand and smacked Hubert lightly on the arm, irritation creeping into his voice. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Who jokes with their wife like that?" Michelle Lock quickly patted the back of my hand and comforted me softly. "Crystal, don't take it to heart. It's April Fools' Day, isn't it? Hubert was just being thoughtless and making a joke."

“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

“Didn’t mean to talk about my wife like a couple of fucking degenerates?” The second man, the one with the loose mouth, tries to backtrack. “We were just talking. It wasn’t serious.” “Not serious?” I repeat, my voice dripping with menace. “It sounded pretty fucking serious to me.” The first man shakes his head, his hands trembling. “We didn’t mean any disrespect, Dmitri. Really. It was...It was just a joke.” “A joke,” I say, my tone low and dangerous. “Here’s a joke for you: I break every bone in your body and leave you in a ditch. How’s that sound?”

"I'm sorry, man. This is all my fault..." "Yes, it is!" He says and chuckles. "I'm horny as hell, man. Maybe you and I should hook up tonight since both our mates are away. What do you think?" My mouth hangs open while the rest of my men laugh hard. "I think you're crazy. Dammit, Eric! You should really be mindful of the kind of words that come out of your mouth, man, even if it's a joke. It might spark up a rumor if it drifts into the wrong ear, you know."

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

I walked over with a tray of pork slices and bowls of soup, placing them carefully on their table. “Here you go,” I said softly. They barely paused their conversation.. One of the men poured more alcohol into the small cups on the table and leaned back in his chair with a loud sigh. “I’m telling you,” he said, waving his cup in the air, “men cheating is just natural. It’s a man thing.” The others laughed in agreement. Another man nodded, chewing on a piece of pork. “As long as a man still loves his wife, what’s the problem?” he said. “We work all day, we’re stressed… sometimes we just need something different.”

“Well, the cat's got my tongue, mother. Words cannot express the shock I am feeling right now. Who knows that there will be a day in which I would have a talk show with the both of you?” “Hahaha, I know right. I never knew that there would be a day in which I’ll talk with women on a talk show… it seems weird, to be honest,” Jake said, scratching the back of his head. I looked at him with confusion and asked, “Why? Why is it weird to talk with women, dear husband?” Jake looked back at me and said in a blunt way, “I mean… there should be atleast another man so that I won’t feel like I’m in it for girly talk, right? What if I'll go gay after this talk show? haha” It was at that moment when I sm