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At least not him me; "Doesn't mean you should be scared, there's no scarecrow here or do you see any?" I laughed as he pointed his hands around the room in a bid to make his joke sound funnier. "Your jokes," I told him. "They've changed a lot." "I'll take that as a compliment," he said with a small smile."A compliment saying that I am funnier." "Well, yeah. That's it and I'm not going to deny it." We both burst into a round of laughter cause it felt good hearing jokes and reacting to it in the same way. I felt a bit relieved and it showed from the way I became relaxed all of a sudden.

someone yelled. "I won’t shut up until someone answers!" Lucas shouted back, clearly enjoying the attention. "We don’t know and we don’t care, so shut the hell up, Lucas!" another voice barked. "Wrong! It’s called Lemon-aid! Get it? Like the drink?" The groan this time was even louder. "Dad jokes are never, ever funny," Elodie muttered, shaking her head.

"I'm just tired, and I need to rest." "Don't worry, I didn't hear that. I just got fucked by two men before bringing my hot ass down here. Can you believe that?" She nudged at my shoulder, laughing out loud. Benedict joined in the laughter, bending forward with one hand on the countertop, and the other hugging his abdomen. What the fuck were they laughing about? What's so funny about what she said? Since when did having a threesome become a joke? Not to look stupid among them, or to further insult the Asian I had already insulted, I joined in the laughter, clapping my hands together in a manner that made me look like a clowed idiot.

“Do you like jokes?” “I do,” I said. He told me one about a duck in a library that made no sense and made perfect sense because he laughed so hard at the end that he forgot the last word and had to start again. Emma rolled her eyes and said she had a better one, and then her punchline was the same as Eli’s by accident and they both laughed until Stella smiled, and I had to look down for a second because the feeling in my chest was too much. When the laughter faded, Emma picked at a crumb and looked up. “Where do you live?”

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

" Ian frowned at the question. Ian (8:15 pm) : What kind stupid question are you asking? Irritating Twat (8:16 pm) : Don't know the answer? Ian (8:16 pm): No. Irritating Twat (8:17 pm) : Because it is made out of cells! Haha! Ian gaped at the message for a long time before a small laugh escaped his mouth. The joke was really lame but it was funny.

For example, it is not funny that I woke up in a strange bed with a strange man thinking we had done strange things while I was unconscious from too much drink--and yet he was laughing hysterically just a few moments before. Similarly, it is not funny that I cannot fit into his trousers with the roundness of my hips being as they are. I did not ask to borrow them, and yet here I am, awkward and uncomfortable. Thankfully, his guild friend, a sweet girl named Julie, had a few pairs that were able to work. And it's good that we found those because his last joke is the least funny of all. "A boy," I bark indignantly. "You have got to be joking."

Jeff jokes around and laughs his ass out. “Shut up,” “Shut up!” Both Seid and I yell at his not-so-funny joke.

I was giggling like a loon. “A corpse went to a rheumatologist, and said he was feeling rather stiff-” “That's hilarious!” I laughed. “That's not the joke-” “I love this cheese. Mmm. Cheese and crackers,” I sang, munching on the hors d'oeuvres. “Ooo! And there's brie! And crab dip-” “Do you want to hear the joke or not!” he boomed. “Eh, not really. No.”

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.