Wheelchair Jokes Novels & Stories

So using the wheelchair is better. Or so I thought. “What the hell?” I cursed, my voice cold. My wheelchair wasn't where I kept it anymore. Even the walking stick that I didn't like using wasn't in my room. A few of my books that were on the table were scattered and my phone had disappeared as well. “Is this a joke? Or is someone trying to play a prank on me?”

He chuckled softly, “I don’t think this is a good idea, my love.” “Yes, it is! Now, put me in your back, and we’re running away.” I grabbed his hand. He put me on his back, and said, “Okay, but don’t make a sound, okay?” I nod my head, “Yeah, I’ll just keep my mouth shut.” He looked all the way down the hallway and said, "Damn, this is funny." After that, he put my wheelchair in and pushed it until we got to the elevator.

and pointed at Harry Potter. He smirked, shuffled the cards and distributed them equally, "Try not to do that again, I don't think you want your neck in a cast too." I grimaced at the thought. "God, no, don't even suggest that!" He merely laughed and we started playing Rummy, the best card game ever created. Playing with him was actually peaceful and his jokes made me laugh at every turn making me forget all my worries. Every now and then, we would ask each other questions to get to know the other better but he would never touch the subject about my wheelchair and I never asked him why he was in the hospital.

A wheelchair rattled from one corner of the house, followed by a series of claps of hands. “What a nice show!” Iverson looked at them from his wheelchair. “If the media were to put that scene online, I believe that it would get more hits than any other show!” “Iverson, I'd rather God turned you into a mute!” Catherine glared at the man in the wheelchair. “A useless person who only keeps his mouth just for eating and talking sarcastically.” “Do you want me to eat you, Catherine?” Iverson said in a mocking tone. “My d.ick still works. Do you want to try it?”

His voice became harsher than usual “But now, we will be forced to stand here, as if I were any other guest who has nothing to do with the family.” “Don’t talk like that…” Alice lamented, uncomfortable that that self-deprecation still remained in him, until she realized something “Well… Your wheelchair isn’t an impediment to anything.” She leaned over until she could whisper in his ear “You and Millie managed to race and play a lot that day, didn’t you?” She smiled when his shocked face returned to her “Why can't we do it here? You made me sit on your lap yesterday anyway. All we need is to do that again and get the chair moving, right?” “You…” Massimo swallowed “You shouldn’t make that kind

He turned back with on his wheels. “ Let me help you move around,” I volunteered to help push his wheelchair. “ First of, just call me grandpa after all, you're married to my grandson. Second of, whoever gave you that idea that I was gonna move around is this g*ddamn wheelies?” He twisted his brows. “ But I assumed that because well...,” I tried explaining myself.

“What? Are you afraid that your mate would realize what a fucking asshole you are? Or maybe you are scared that she would realize that I'm the right man for her, and then together, we would ride our way to the moon." Aggressively, I try to get off the godforsaken wheelchair, but all I end up doing is falling flat on the floor, on my face. My groan echoes throughout the room. My face turns red in embarrassment, and I wished the floor would open up and swallow me. “Oh, my goddess, that was so fucking hilarious. At least now we know another part of your body has started working again." He says, still chuckling. “Help me up you fucking asshole." I hiss.

And with a shake of his head, he started to rummage my things again. And in just a few seconds, may iniabot na agad ito sa'kin. And this time it was my short. "Good, good. Now, dalhin mo na rito ang wheelchair ko. I'm going to use that today so go. Move now." I demanded while motioning him to move his butt with a wave of my hand. "I THINK YOU ARE ABUSING MY KINDNESS NOW, MS. JAVIER!" Agad na umarko ang kilay ko when he suddenly complained that in a hiss, probably unable to stop himself now.

Shaw say not to take special care of Jeff Lieberman because Jeff became sensitive and paranoid ever since he became disabled? Jeff was repulsed by anyone who tried to pity and help him. Moreover, Jeff’s wheelchair was the latest smart wheelchair. He did not need to move his fingers and could control the wheelchair with his voice. Why would he still need people to push him? However, the butler did not think too much about it and did not expose Jeff. As soon as Eric went in the elevator, the butler went in and pressed the down button of the elevator.

It might help if I get lost…or accidentally set the apartment on fire,” I teased, getting a hint of a smile that he buried by denying. "Or you'll probably starve the poor animal to death," he returned the joke, narrowing his gaze, making the lines of expression visible at the corners of his eyes. Since the incident in my bathroom we acquired the ability to joke when it came to Alzheimer's. Black jokes made the situation less overwhelming. He was the first person he could joke with like this. My friends didn't like it when he said things like that and found it cruel; what they didn't understand was that at the end of the day the one who would live in limbo would be me, and taking it so seriou