Nerdy Jokes Novels & Stories

He groaned, dipping his hand in the shorts and tried to adjust his hard painful cock which was threatening to tear the poor shorts. He could hear his brother in his head telling him to stop being a nerd and go take what it is that he wants. And for the second time in his life, he listened to his brother's lewd proposal, even if it was just in his head, and marched towards Alicia's bedroom. The first time was when he agreed to attend a party with hookers. His birthday party to be exact.

Norma furrowed her brows and looked at me as if I had just turned into a unicorn right in front of her very eyes. "You know the boys who helped Sherlock solve the case?" Looking at their blank confused faces, I gave up. Maybe I should stop teasing Mey about Harry Potter before she could start teasing me back about Sherlock Holmes. "Never mind, I should lay low on my Sherlock jokes." Norma stifled a laugh. “Girl, I know Backstreet Boys, but I have no idea what the hell you just said.” She shifted her gaze to Jess and asked, “Jess, what is it?” Jess showed the text to Norma and Mey.

“Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?” I narrowed my eyes. “A... depressed berry?” “No.” He grinned. “A blueberry.” It was so dumb. So painfully, ridiculously stupid. And yet I laughed. I could feel it bubble out of me, like I hadn’t laughed like that in weeks. “Jesus Christ,” I said, wiping under my eyes, still chuckling. “That was horrible.” “You asked for a dumb joke.” “And you delivered. Goddamn, Andrew. You’re like a walking dad joke machine.”

“You know, Ruby, we learned a joke yesterday. Want to hear it?” I nod eagerly, intrigued by the joke that has captured their attention. “Alright,” Ethan begins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why don’t grumpy people like corn on the cob?” Playing along, I pretend to ponder the question. “Hmm, I’m not sure. Why don’t they?” “Because they think it’s ‘a-maize-ing’ that anyone could be happy!” Ethan bursts into laughter, and soon, the infectious giggles spread throughout the room.

“Hehe, I knew this day would come. The day where you finally realize who you really are, a pathetic, cheap prosthetic!” ‌ “Uh, dude. The word you’re meaning to say is prostitute, I believe,” Ned was unable to hold back his tendency to correct the musclehead. “Geez, good job in killing the mood, bonehead.” ‌ “Shut up! That was just a typo, and everyone makes typo these days! Stop being so judgmental, four eyes!” yelled Niels right in front of Ned’s face. “Stop being so uptight with your butt!” ‌ Ned rolled his eyes. “First and foremost, just because I’m nerdy and geeky doesn’t mean I’m wearing glasses, pal. You have eyes and you can see me not wearing any, it’s not like you’re reading a novel

"No, no, you knew nothing!" Ace moved out of his way, still shouting at the top of his lungs. "You think you could hide it forever but I know you! I mean, it makes so much sense. The most popular jock in school who is totally homophobic going out with the not yet out of the closet pretty nerd boy! It's mind-blowing!" "No, I'm not a nerd! And this isn't a W*****d high school book!" Marcos snapped with a hand on his waist, even though there was a smile on his face. "I'm just taking him to the hospital for sometime."

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

Nerds. They make the world go around, but jesus fucking christ they're so annoying. My neighbor is one of them, and he's everything you're imagining. Gawky, scrawny, glasses, socially retarded as fuck. I once saw him say 'hello' to the mailman. He's not there to make conversation, dude, he's just doing his job. But we need them. Honest to god, I wish we didn't. There's nothing more humiliating than going to someone like Brian to ask him for help, especially when you're someone like me.

I yelled shoving the books. "Like dude! Who can solve this?" Jack threw his hands in exasperation. "You guys are lazy, see I'm done with mine." Nathan said showing us his complete work. "I never knew you were a nerdy bastard." I said. "I'm not, I just happen to study S-T-U-D-Y." He spelt. "We're not dumb okay? No need to spell it idiot." Jack rolled his eyes. "Then solve it Mr we're not dumb." Nathan chuckled with his fingers as quotation signs.

When the sodium transitioned into pink, I smiled and recorded my observations in my notebook. “You’re doing great,” Miss Vera said, circulating around the room. “Excellent work.” “Thank you,” I responded with a smile, while listening to a lame chemistry joke one of the boys was telling his friends. “Why did the acid and base go on a date? Because they wanted to see if they had a ‘neutral’ connection.” Everyone else burst into laughter except me. I wondered if I was strange for not getting the humor. “Why did the molecule lose his girlfriend? Because he was always too reactive and she needed someone more stable.”