Toe Jokes Novels & Stories

I kiss his back instead. "Nah, I think you grew shorter last night" I gasp, pretending to be offended. "I'm tall, I'm not just tall enough to kiss a giant like you on the forehead" "Giant?" he chuckles and turns around facing me. "What other new mame are you going to give me" "Well I have many others, like bricky, as in you're tough like a brick" I laugh alone at my joke "Or boo boo bear, I think I watched that in a cartoon"

It's another day to be my apparently grouchy self, hands now tucked into my pockets, casually leaning against a lamp post; watching my happy band of colleagues come driving up the road. They come to a screeching halt, almost rubbing off the leather from my shoes, Brett's smiling face sticking out the window, the others laughing at whatever stupid joke was shared between them. An eyebrow lifts in the idiot's direction, a subtle question to ask if he thought this was hilarious, the car's tire only inches from my toes. "Just lighten up will you? " Brett jokes. "Could have been worse. I could have squashed your toes." Collin laughs along with the idiot, while I huff, holding unto the back of the

He growled throwing his chair backwards as he stood up and threw his own box down. Alec sat at the end of the table and blushed, not even trying to pull out his own ‘gifts’. Levi pulled out his magnifying glass, tweezers then condoms looking around the room confused before all the guys busted out laughing. “I don’t get the joke here,” Levi said. “They are saying that you think you have a giant penis but in reality, you can’t find it cause it's so small,” Abel said clutching his sides and laughing. “Open yours, Sam,” Thaddeus said laughing at the joke on Levi that had him snarling and now more than angry.

Nikolai said. "That's not fair!" Pascal pouted. Then, trying to be helpful: "I know a joke! Why did the dinosaur cross the road?" "Why?" Tiana managed to gasp out between laughs. "Because chickens weren't invented yet!" Pascal dissolved into giggles at his own joke. The innocent sound of her son's laughter only made Tiana laugh harder, this strange, broken sound that didn't feel like it belonged to her at all. "Mommy thinks my joke is really funny!" Pascal said proudly. "Tell another one! Why can't you hear a pterodactyl going to the bathroom?"

"You know why you're the greatest alive?" "Huh?" I ask puzzled, "No?" "That's because you don't know anything!" He laughs, and I force a frown on my face, trying to purse my lips to keep my laughter in. "That has to be the driest joke ever!" I laugh mockingly after a few seconds and throw a shoe at him playfully, which he dodges and comes to carry me in the air, turning around real fast. "Stop!" I yell, hitting him and laughing, "Please stop!"

Me: Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Joemar: Tease me again and I’ll send you a photo of my feet. Me: Yeah, uh, I’m not into feet stuff. Sorry. Joemar: Me neither. That was a threat. My feet currently look like they’ve been the victim of a war crime. Several blisters, and two toenails that are already turning purple. Me: UNSUBSCRIBE Me: And here I was thinking of ways to cheer you up. Joemar: I don’t think there’s anything that could put a smile on my face right now.

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.”

"On?" "Would you boost a car and run someone over for me?" Tomek pulled a face. "Dude, have you seen me? This sweet ass o' mine can't go to jail." His smirk slightly wrinkled his pimple-free face. The alcohol in his bloodstream helped him keep up the comical facial expressions. "Might as well wear heels." Théo made an effort to laugh at the joke, but it only sounded like a disinterested scoff. His nose scrunched at the reek of bourbon and cheap beer while he reclined against the wall, tired and stretching his legs.

I kicked the chair next to me hard enough to send it sideways. "Joking around? Then why don't you put your own names and numbers out there and sell yourselves?" I looked them dead-on, one at a time. "Cut the chatter. We're going to the dean's office. Or I'm calling the police." The air fell silent for a few seconds–then they burst out laughing. Tara lifted her chin and tossed her hair. "Even if you take it to my dad, what is he going to do, Sophie? Really?"

Aaron saw the conflict in me, and told me to go ahead and make all the jokes I wanted. I couldn’t help the “yo’ momma” jokes that immediately came out of my mouth. Aaron’s situation was incredibly sad and tragic. Even so…the idea of Aaron’s mate leaving him out of fear that he was sleeping with his own mother… how do you not make jokes out of that???? When I couldn’t stop making jokes, Aaron decided to tease me that my mate story was only marginally better, having met my mate while wearing a wedding dress.