Two Blondes Walk Into A Bar Joke Novels & Stories

Okay, this shit got to stop, maybe I should try a joke or something? “Hello triple Ds” I say chuckling awkwardly and they just stand there not knowing what to say. “you know, because the names of the three of you starts with a D” I explain my bad joke. “Yah we got it” Dylan says with a fake chuckle, okay, maybe that joke can still be saved. “I’m a double D myself” I say laughing liking my own joke and all their eyes instantly go to my breasts. I choke in my laughter when Derek lets out an angry growl and I sink further inside my hoodie while Dylan starts counting the specks of dust on the floor and Dean find the light fixtures very interesting all of a sudden.

I don't remember his name. The twins abruptly drew the blonde guy away and began whispering to each other. They appeared to be close, so why did they give us that look earlier? "Argh, I think I'll go insane with these people here," Red said, pulling his hair and biting his lower lip in frustration. "Hey Red, we can do this," I encouraged my best friend. If he knows the truth, then he might really get crazy. After a few moments, those three returned with fake laughter on their faces.

Somebody held me by my waist and pulled me back down. "Now where are you rushing off to? We came here to sit with you after all or are we not good enough to sit with you?" She said whipping back her blonde hair from her square face and then the other lady was sitting next to her a brunette with small eyes hissed the moment the other one was done talking. "And what makes you guys think that we are even good enough to sit with the princess after all?" The rest of them immediately began to laugh and giggle when they heard those very unfunny jokes that didn't even qualify as a joke when really criticized.

Let's go crazy and Go... Go... Go "I can't believe you make me wear a wig" Daniella twirl on her fake hair as she settle down behind the bar after dancing on the dance floor. "I swear I look like Donald, enjoy our happy meal" Cora buff her cheeks folding her arms at the barstool next to Clara. "Ladies you need to lose a little, stop being so cranky" Mira beam from the crowd "5 gimlet" Zoe slams her hands on the counter as the bartender took her order

Afterward, I then move in the girls' direction but a hand stops me. "What are you doing?" asked Jude number three. Gosh, I didn't know Jude is a triplet. I pinch Jude's number three on the cheek. "Cute" I push him away and continue to walk to the bar. "YOU" I pointed to the girls in their miniskirts. "Down.NOW" I order two ladies and pull them down from the bar.

One of them with blonde hair, snickered at her, “why does it bother you? Too bad, she's not the alpha of us in her absence, so we can say whatever we want. It's not our fault she’s so unlucky ….” “Yeah…” the other one added. “We also have freedom to say whatever we like, It's not like you can do anything about it…” “Oh really?” She passed them an ironic smile, and their smirks only grew. “In that case, you are banned from ever partying at club soda, now get your bitter arses out of here…” she scolded. They visibly frowned, “You can't ban us…” the blonde one countered. “Yeah…” the other backed him up.

“Yeah, right. That girl hates your guts.” “She doesn’t hate me!” Damon snaps, glaring. “You don’t know shit about girls.” “Enough to know when they don’t like you,” Theo fires back. I shake my head, trying not to laugh as they bicker like kids fighting over the last Pop-Tart. These idiots kill me. The day drags on, the bar gets packed, and finally, the real fun begins. Hot chicks everywhere. My eyes lock on a blonde at the bar with an ass that could rival J.Lo’s.

with a tip of her chin at our table. One glance to the side and they walk away without another word. When the second some ends we cross to the bar, breathing hard and laughing, as we order another round of drinks. Clicking our glass in a cheers we down them quickly laughing like crazy. “This has been a fun night Katy!” “Yes, yes it has” I agreed on a nod. “Two more please” I leaned over the bar. We don’t have to wait long before the glasses are placed in front of us, this time we’re responsible enough to sip slowly.

Isabel said, patting her baby bump. Nancy and I agreed, cosmos with booze, coladas without, billed to the Dean's room. It sounded like a party. The rule for the bar was 2 drinks with booze per person could be carried to the room, so Nancy and I would start with one each in the bar while they were mixing the rest. Well, the cosmos were small so we figured 3 sounded good. The bar service was not as quick as we hoped, it seemed a lot of folks were going for a liquid supper while looking for friendly company instead of the boredom of the convention dinner. I could not blame them. When we arrived every woman in the bar had a swarm of faculty drones around her, laughing at her jokes and trying to