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Their waves of laughter were getting to me. "Yes, I haven't had a one night stand neither have I had sex before. So what? Does having sex and one night stand make you a star? Does it make you influential or wealthy? Since it doesn't, I won't waste my precious time on it. You people laugh at everything when in reality, I should be the one laughing at you for all I see are goons with no future." I spat as I stood up and turned to go. However, I was held back by some group of guys in the booth. One grabbed me by my collar.

Gemma asked how many times he'd been divorced, and that shut him up quickly. The act after him was clearly the newest of all the wanna-be comedians who had been up so far. Each of his jokes he started with 'So did you guys hear...?' and he read a bunch of jokes about Australia off his phone. He got booed off stage, and you and Gemma didn't even start it. Then the Host introduced one of their 'regular crowd favourites', and you had to assume it was one of the semi-pros he had mentioned.

"I'm all ears." I started to cough, desperate to think of an excuse that wouldn't make me sound like a complete moron. "Um…we were just talking about…um, some funny movie I just saw?" "A funny movie," he repeated. His smirk grew, and he didn't believe me for a second. Quite rightly, really-we were crap liars. "Yeah!" Isabella jumped in, her voice a little over-eager. "It was a comedy. You know, one of those comedies that's really slapstick and goofy? Lots of…um…dancing?"

Job’s a goodun. Jenny nodded slowly. “What’s wrong with my blowjobs?” “Nothing. That wasn’t my point. What I—” “But they could be better, right?” You’re in a burning plane, and you’re so happy when you find a parachute under your seat, but halfway to the ground you realise you’ve got somebody’s carry-on strapped to your back. “There’s nothing wrong with your blowjobs, but if someone can perform oral sex while juggling a bowling ball, an electric saw and an egg, then people are obviously going to say, there’s a guy who knows how to put on a show.”

Jonah looks at me with shock for a bit, then he bursts out laughing, "But even hotter!” "Another homeless dude? Oh my god, Jolene, get it together," he keeps laughing mockingly, "You need better taste in men. The world being insane right now is not an excuse for you to fuck every single loser that asks you for a dollar.” "You haven't fucked a single man, ever, gay boy. The world has only been insane for a month. What's your excuse?"

"Did you bring the crack pipe?" "Left it at school." "That's too bad." "Yeah." "You know you should get it fixed." "The crack pipe?" "Yeah." "I'm embarrassed that I heard that." "It was a stretch, I'll admit." "Oh, Jay, there's this guy in my dorm that hangs out with the crew sometimes. Worst forced jokes ever. Ever.” "Let's go inside." "Yeah, OK." She talked as I held the door for her. "You've no idea how bad it is. He'd try to make a joke after a documentary on Human Trafficking or something. No sense of appropriateness." "You should tell him so."

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind what people do in their free time; it's just personal preference that I would rather date someone who doesn't smoke over someone who does. Still, it wasn't a deal breaker, but I'd be lying if I said I was attracted to his personality either. Contradictory to the stereotype I'd crafted in my mind because of the smokey smell, this guy was a comedian. As in, he spent most of the ride doing stand up comedy. I'm all for going to a comedy show, but when I'm the only person who is there to laugh, it's way less funny and 10 times more awkward.

Olivia read it aloud before she slammed her palm onto the table angrily, “What the f*ck?!” In contrast to Olivia’s exasperation, Jenny’s reaction was slightly better, laughing when she heard Olivia’s words. “My team used to tell me that many are kind in the wrong situations, but I wondered if that was true because I’ve never met many who were like that. It seems that all of them are on Twitter! Haha!” “Haha!” Lily broke out in a chuckle because of what Jenny said. “Jen! I never knew you were so funny! You can become a stand-up comedian.”

He sat down anyway and introduced himself, cracking lame jokes that didn't do him any favors. His jokes were so bad, one day I turned to him and told him he would never make a career as a stand-up comedian. He'd thrown his head back and laughed out loud after which he said at least it got my attention. And just like that, it became a routine - me walking to the park every day and Dan meeting me there and cracking his bad jokes.

I felt stupid for even sitting down to entertain his nonsense. “Are you crazy? Why would I need anything from you?” I fired at him in anger! “Let’s not get angry just yet. Listen to me. My conditions are quite simple. End whatever you have with that bastard, move back to the Nightstand clan, and be my mate. That’s all!” I laughed at his words. Not a quiet or low laugh but a loud laugh that drew attention to us but I didn’t care, I laughed until I couldn’t breathe. “You are very funny. Rather than try to be a villain why not try to do standup comedy? I am sure people will attend your shows just to laugh.”