Jokes About Men Novels & Stories

"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."

"Relax." I blinked. "A joke?" "Yes." "You threatened me." "I teased you." "You practically announced my doom." "And yet," he replied with a small grin, gesturing toward the exit behind me, "you're still standing here arguing with me, which means my joke wasn't particularly effective." That somehow irritated me even more, and I looked between him and Damiano before throwing both hands into the air. "Do men enjoy stressing women out, or is it just something rich people do for entertainment?"

‎"I’m the joke you’re obsessed with. By the way, is that what you’re trying to have a baby with? A man who wanks to the thought of me naked every morning while you’re probably inside making oatmeal and wondering why he won't touch you?" “Shut your filthy mouth! At least I have a man who comes home to me. You’re just a rotation girl. A weekend treat for some suit in a Rolls Royce who’ll forget your name by Tuesday.”

Henry's hands had been tied in a harsh knot, and he was not taken seriously in the slightest. When he woke up, he heard a group of people telling dirty jokes in the car and laughing from time to time. "These rich people are so fun to play with. They think we're stupid, but you're smart, Boss! All you did was dangle some bait, and they fell for it—hook, line, and sinker!" one of the men said in a low voice.

said another, referring to Jiu You. "They say pedos usually have weeny manhood," chortled another hooded man. "Damn you! Mine's definitely larger than yours! Let's compare!" scowled the second man in jest. "Come, let's compare then!" Smugly, these men exchanged vulgar jokes right there, ignoring Yan Yi and the Rock Sect members.

or "mediocre" Whenever we drove past another woman, his eyes would wander. One of his friends would joke, "Better watch out, or your wife's going to get jealous and punish you." He would laugh loudly and say, "That's not my fault! Blame her for being built like that and having bad skin. All men love beauty. Why should I be punished for it?" If I got upset, he would dismiss me by saying. "It was just a joke. If you're mad, that's your problem. People need to joke around at social events. You need to lighten up if you want to fit in."

He’d slipped on dark glasses and gone quiet. “Why do men have to have such huge vehicles? I think it must be a sexual thing. ‘Look at me. Mine’s bigger and better than yours.’” She heard a choking noise. “Are you all right?” He howled in laughter. “Do you always say exactly what’s on your mind?” “It’s a bad habit of mine.” Rand chuckled again. “Thanks for the laughs. I tend to be the opposite. My family says I’m too serious.” “I’ll be happy to cheer you up anytime you need it. Just call. If I’m at work, I’ll leave a recording of jokes.”

"You'll never find anything better in your life like the right fucking woman. Hands down the best fucking move I ever made." No one was talking because I'm guessing they were all feeling the same. "Yeah, and when they're innocent like that and some fuck mess with them, it takes you to a whole other place." Justice looked towards the screen at his girl. Lo clapped me on the shoulder. "See, there's nothing wrong with you. You've just joined the ranks of the witless." "Yeah that helps." "I can tell you for a fact that women make men stupid, and that's all I'm going to say on the subject." Mancini took a sip from another one of his ever-present water bottles as he reclined back in the chair behi

For half a second, no one spoke. Hope flickered. Just a small one. Then one of the men snorted. “Husband,” he repeated, like it was funny. Another laughed outright this time. “They always say that.” The man from the club tilted his head, studying me. “Yeah,” he said. “Funny how every girl suddenly has a powerful husband when things get serious.” “I’m not lying,” I snapped. “Say another word and you’ll regret it.” “Sure,” one of them said. “And I’m the king of this city.”