Wheelchair Jokes Novels & Stories

He shrugs. “Yes, we are human. We make mistakes and we have fights over stupid stuff like leaving the toilet seat up,” I add. “Yes, I wish you’d stop doing that, Babe.” Jayden grins that grin. Everyone laughs at his joke, and I thump him on the arm in jest.

Flashback ‘ I'd say it's fun to be crippled but I don't think so, but this is crazy, it's fun rolling this chair around,’ she said as one of her minions pushed her around the hallway with the others cheering while I just watched from my spot on the floor, When they were done playing with my wheelchair they'd bring it back and thankfully my friend Leonardo was always there to help me. ‘ Whoah,’ she said with a laugh, breathing hard… ‘ that was fun, being crippled looks good on you, but as for me I like my legs, no, I love my legs. Guys show him your legs,’ she said and they all started moving their legs in front of me, ‘Guess not everyone was meant to have legs,’ she said as her eyes went to

the nurse announced before bouncing out of the room. Sara groaned in dismay as she looked after the nurse. "Why do I have to use a wheelchair?" "I think it's hospital policy," I answered her with an amused smile and a shrug. "Can't you get them to bend policy a little?" Sara asked with a pout. "You got them to let you have that armchair." I laughed and shook my head. "Sorry, I think I've pushed my luck as it is. You'll just have to try and enjoy the ride."

I felt a slight jerk in my wheelchair, making me look behind me in confusion. “Are you nuts? Why are you still hovering over her? Can’t you see that your true love (she was a bit sarcastic) is suffering there? Go back to her, or else she will die soon, and then you will blame Lauren for that too.” Joyce yelled at her sarcastically. I didn’t look in his direction and tried to wheel away, but groaned angrily when my wheelchair didn’t move. “Mr. Westfield.” I called him angrily, voice cold to the maximum.

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

Connor was pushing a wheelchair. He can’t be serious. “Where did you get a wheelchair?” I asked, flabbergasted. “And why?” “I had it delivered,” he responded swiftly, his tone a little lighter as he added, “as to why I had it dropped off,” he raised a single eyebrow, “You’ve been particularly accident prone today.” The way he said almost sounded like a joke--an attempt at levity to cut through our gloomy mood. But it felt like a slap. “Accident prone,” I repeated, my tone flat as my cheeks burned with embarrassment. Was he talking about me tripping over my feet or me falling into him until our lips touched. "Accident prone?"

While the man in the wheelchair was shouting, cursing, and screaming at the top of his lungs, the man with the syringe simply grabbed the guy in the wheelchair’s arm, pinned his hand on the armrest, and injected the entire thing in the crook of his arm. For a few seconds, the wheelchair man fell limp, having no reason to fight, but then his body turned stiff, and he threw his head back. Screaming like someone chopped his balls off. Wait, maybe someone did chop his balls off, because when she looked at the pool of red liquid around his legs and some of it even dripping from between his legs, something clearly didn’t sit right with her. The man in the chair finally chuckled before he laughed u

But after we entered the millennium force, he didn’t want to get into another one. “No, I am done,” he said, and I could no longer hold my laughter. He glared at me as I laughed, the people staring at us. He was screaming so hard, holding my hand like I was about to disappear, and it wasn’t even that bad. He is a pussy. “Are you done?” he asked, and I had to hold his wheelchair because I was weak from laughing. “But we have more tickets,” I said, standing straight. “Burn it or give it to someone,” he said, and I pouted.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to make you angry, that wasn't my intention at all. " She apologized wondering how what she said had offended him. He continued on his way not even listening to her, his wheelchair bombed into something and it almost made him fall off it, but she held on to it preventing the fall. "That was close," He said and started laughing. "What's funny?" She asked. "You, and what just happened," He replied still laughing. "You are a weird man, there is nothing funny in what just happened," She said still not seeing anything funny, he could have falling over which might have landed him in the hospital again.

He commented playfully and sat on the floor in front of my wheelchair, a habit I found quite annoying. "I simply tolerate how obnoxious you can be with your flowers" at this rate I sounded like one of those sad people who were tired of life and being in a wheelchair, It was funny how I fit right into that category except for the second line. I paused at my thoughts. With everything that was going on, since when did I stop being tired of life?