Red Head Jokes Novels & Stories

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

He doesn't say anything, so I continue, "If I flip a coin, what is the chance of you getting head?" "Fifty-fifty." "Hmmm?" I ask again with a cynical hmm which a second later he immediately bursts in laughter once he gets the joke. "That's not fair," He finally turns his body to face me, "You recycled my line." "And yet you forgot." I remember how he used that same joke to make me laugh when we were fighting years ago, for it to be both funny and dirty. Now it's just... hm. Red flag, Estelle. Red flag. This newfound friendship or whatever ship we are calling is waving a huge, crimson-red flag.

With a house like this, I began to wonder what they were doing out there in the woods at night. “Is there a reason you were out there in the woods?” I asked the redhead as she placed a bowl of steaming hot porridge in front of me. She smirked, “So you can talk? I thought you were dumb or something.” She caught the expression on my face after she said those words and burst out laughing. “Relax, it was just a joke. You know, I could ask you the same thing. What were you doing out there?” “I asked first.”

she replies, still smiling. I take a deep breath and clear my throat. "So, I've been thinking...why did the tomato turn red?" She arches an eyebrow, looking at me curiously. "I don't know. Why?" "Because it noticed the salad dressing!" I exclaim triumphantly, bursting into a wide grin. My joke was met with deadpan silence for what felt like an eternity. Then suddenly, her face lit up and she burst out laughing uncontrollably. "Oh my goodness! That was so corny!"

this joke? I gazed at him. Anger caused his face to turn red. He had his hands tightly closed by his sides, trembling a bit. I felt scared briefly. This person was my friend, Chad. My leader. However, at that instant, he appeared unfamiliar. The fear transformed into rage. Burning with heat and intensity, it surged in my chest, erasing any doubt. "Comedy?" I ejected the word towards him again. "Is that your perception of this?" "Sure, it definitely is!"

He felt that this one was the jokes monger of the clique. "I'm Clem." The last guy rasped out, more like bit out, before shaking hands with him. He thought that this one looked like the bimbo that had almost pounced on the redhead in front of his office. They had a striking resemblance. He wouldn't be surprised if they turned out to be siblings, but he dared not to ask, for fear of adding credibility to the redhead's theory.

“I hoped the baby has red hair.” Janeen bursts into laughter too, throwing her head back with it. “Seriously?” she asks, looking at me again. “And that made you cry?” I shrug and nod as Janeen crosses the room to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and giving me a big hug. “Good,” she says, kissing the side of my head. “And for what it’s worth, I hope so too. We need more redheaded psychopaths in this family.” “Just because they’re redheaded doesn’t mean they’re going to be a psycho,” I mutter, leaning against my sister.

Black said coldly. I closed my eyes and weakly sighed. “Why didn't you tell me?” I said coldly. They silenced down so I laughed. “I hope I requested the head of Mr. Haslen, to give as a gift to his daughter. ” I said smirking. They looked up at me and just laughed softly. “Is the head of Mr. Haslen?” smiling Red asked. I smirked and just shook my head. I forgot that Red loves heads. Sometimes he does decorative work in his warehouse.

“What about the breakfast you made for your… you know” He tilted his head with a mischievous smirk Trevor scoffed “What? Don’t give me that look. I’m sure you made breakfast for the lady singing inside your room last night'' Red continued Noah and Rolex erupted into laughter again finally understanding what he meant. In frustration, Trevor threw his phone at him, but Red ducked easily and pointed at him with a grin. “See that? He’s trying to shut me up!” Rolex and Noah could no longer contain their laughter. Red was pure entertainment

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."