Toe Jokes Novels & Stories

"And what does matter? You won't take offense, will you?" "No... I suppose not... I'm just embarrassed..." Tobias chuckles. "Why?" He pokes my knee, grinning again. "Because you have short little dachshund legs?" I gasp. "Don't call them dachshund legs!" "But they are so short and cute." Tobias teases and grips my leg, squeezing it with his fingers. I pout at him, and he laughs. "Let's get out of here, shall we? The short lady needs to learn how to drive."

I'll only ever be a disappointment to him. I still make my jokes though. Thats the time where I can be myself, and make people happy. I want to make people happy. I've never liked it when they're upset. Everytime Theo got upset, I'd tell him a funny story and that usually worked. I wonder if Mommy would have liked my jokes?

"It may take some hours before I can walk straight." "Come on, it wasn't that serious." "Says you!" I raised my head and glared at him. "You weren't the one who was getting plowed by a tool the size of a cucumber!" Theo's eyes crinkled at the side, betraying the fact that he was holding in a laugh. "Did you just call my cock a cucumber?" he said. "It might as well be!" "Don't worry, little wolf. I'll find a solution and reduce it."

Vincent laughed, which annoyed his friend even more. “Do you think it’s funny?” Wiping his wet eyes, Vincent answered, “Yeah.” “HA HA HA,” Jackson gave him an excessive laugh before he pointed to the cat, that aws biting and scratching the sofa. “That’s funny?” Vincent was ignorant and said, “Why? She’s cute.” “Cute my ass! I bought my shoes for $500! And the CUTE LITTLE FELLA, pooped in my shoes!” “That’s not expensive. My shoes are $2000.”

I shook my head, "no... no... you don't get to..you can now go back to your amazing comedian friends and forget this confused hated prick.." "Precious they didn't mean what they were saying okay. They were just making jokes..." "Making ME a fucken joke.. that's what they were doing.. that's what YOU were doing. I'm a fucken joke to you... my life is a joke to you. I don't get you.. I swear to God I do not get you at all." "Your ankle is swelling please let me just..."

I knew this was a classic trap—gave one a taste first, then reeled one in once they were hooked. "Then… I'll give it a shot?" Mr. Somner smiled and handed me the chips. "Go on. Young people need some drive." I walked up to a dice table and casually placed a few bets. Luck was on my side. I won a few rounds, and my chips grew to over 30 thousand dollars. "See!" Noah exclaimed excitedly beside me. "I told you you'd be good at this!" "This is the place my dad came to before as well, right?"

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!"

“Yeah, I punish her mother at least twice a day and a mate’s punishment doesn’t seem to work.” Marcella and Wesley share a look of shock. “Dad made a joke, Dad made a sex joke, Marcella calls her mate 'Snookums', Dad is agreeing with Lucy, Marcella beat the shit out of three she-wolves, and Evander is standing up to Bridget,” Wesley looks around. “You all get the world is coming to an end.” Mark and Victor laugh. “I think we can do without the Three Stooges,” Dad is amused, but serious at the same time. “You three are dismissed.”