Jokes About Men Novels & Stories

The entire table collapsed into uncontrollable laughter. “Bro!” Jakes shouted, pointing at him. “You are a fool. You are an idiot!” They clinked glasses again, laughing louder, some of them almost spilling their drinks. Adrian, wiping a tear from his eye, grew a bit serious. “But you know, it is not like I don’t love my wife. Of course I do. But at the end of the day, we are men. Yes, we are men. And it is in our nature to have more than one woman.”

“Where is Jones? He was told that the boss wanted to speak with him.” Lee kept his expression straight. “Jonas is…occupied right now. He found a new girl last night and went crazy.” The two men exchanged snickers, throwing crass jokes left and right as they unloaded the boxes of food from their trucks. They also sent subtle jabs at him. “Lee, don’t you ever think about being a real man? All you do is run these petty errands,” one of them said. His partner laughed, punching Lee’s arms. “Take one of those women for a spin some time. You have the kind of pretty face that women kill themselves over.”

“Well, you are his little bitch. I heard rumors about him being a certain type as well.” A certain type? “Tell me you are fucking kidding me,” I scoff, throwing the tissues I was crumbling in my hands into the bin angered. “You can’t be serious!” He looks at me with wide eyes as I lift my finger into his face. “Gay men don’t hump each other simply because they are gay. I might be his bitch workwise but there is nothing going on in that sense.” “Come on,” he grins, pushing me slightly. “I was just joking.”

And slowly the laughter faded and he broke down in tears. Fifth man: Oh! Get yourself together man! Sixth man: We should spend more time on booze than women! They kept uttering insults at the woman in question. “We should make a toast to us...men because...we are strong!” A man blabbed as he stood up from the stool. Everyone: Yeah! A toast. They all agreed. Benjamin felt like he was the only sane human in the large room. “Hey! What’s his name?” The same man asked.

I'd run out of threats like a half an hour ago, not like he was listening to me anyway. A quick look in the rearview showed Jared and Shane were at the end of their rope as well. If not for our reasons for being here, I'd find this shit funny as hell. "Seriously my dudes. Why can't you control your women? Didn't we play out this scene already like a few weeks ago?" He'd been laughing at that same joke for the last ten minutes. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel and held my peace. I already had enough shit to deal with as it is, and he did have a point. Jackass!

“Boy, please. You are fine as hell. Don’t let your wife’s nonsense mess with your head.” He chuckles. “Alright, same question.” I smirk. “You really wanna know?” “Yeah.” I lean back. “When you pulled out a Magnum condom… and actually could fit it.” He BURSTS out laughing. “Really... !” “I’m serious!” I laugh. “Half these men be trying to showboat. I know from experience ” We both crack up, the car filling with laughter as we keep going back and forth, question after question. Some funny. Some embarrassing.

Jonah looks at me with shock for a bit, then he bursts out laughing, "But even hotter!” "Another homeless dude? Oh my god, Jolene, get it together," he keeps laughing mockingly, "You need better taste in men. The world being insane right now is not an excuse for you to fuck every single loser that asks you for a dollar.” "You haven't fucked a single man, ever, gay boy. The world has only been insane for a month. What's your excuse?"

He laughed. "That means you must have forgotten about it, and that's disappointing." Citrus acted to be sad. "You should remember that night, you have to." "I never did that shit, bro. I don't do man stuff." "We can do that again, I'm pretty sure you'll remember it this time." He said and Denver rolled his eyes. "Jennifer is gonna have you dead in a second." He joked. "Then we're gonna have it all three of us." "Guys, come on. Geez." I couldn't hold the laughter anymore, and they were not looking like they'd stop. If I don't stop them any sooner, my ribs would probably be broken any minute from now.

Everyone’s interest captured, their eyes ping-ponged back and forth, trying to pick up on the joke. “Are you two done making inside jokes?” Rick chimed in. “Yep, we are done,” I answered, smiling sweetly at him. “And don’t be jealous. It’s not a good look on you. We can’t help that we are so much cooler and funnier than you.” “Babe, you haven’t seen my funny yet,” he retorted. “Oh, I have, and it’s not that funny.” “Then can you ladies tell me what’s so funny?” he demanded to know with a boyish smile.

“I thought it was rather punny.” I let out a low, frustrated groan. “Wonderful. I have to deal with two men who like cringe jokes,” I complain unhappily. Why can’t men tell normal jokes for a change? Do they all have to be dad-jokes? As soon as I spot Jay finally coming around the corner, I follow along and wait for him to notice the Sorcerer next to us. Jay gives me a confused look, then shifts his attention to Bucky. As the two of us meet up with Jay at the cabin, Jay asks, “is this lunch or the Sorcerer?”