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“Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Kathryn thought for a moment, tapping her chin. “Hmm… I have no idea. Why?” Trisha’s grin grew wider. “Because they don’t have the guts!” Kathryn burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. “Oh my God, that was terrible! But so funny!” Trisha laughed along, clearly proud of her joke. “I know, right? It’s the classic ones that get you every time.”

It's almost six pm, it's justified. "You're a quiet one. Those are always the best. I think I like you. It doesn't appear you belong here, but you'd fit in. And I like you." I snort. "I dislike you. I'm not here to make friends, so fuck off." Instead of faltering, his eyes widened and held his knee pads and began laughing. Cackling. Everyone would hear, but this crazy asshole just kept laughing. "What the fuck is funny? Know what? I'm not doing this."

even if it was for that moment and he would be bringing it up some other time. "So there was this woman, she said to her doctor---" her started, telling her jokes and jokes, some she had laughed to and others she had questioned, telling him it wasn't funny. Her Father had replied that it was,and that the only problem was that she didn't have high enough humour IQ to have gotten the joke. "So different jokes comes with different humour IQs and can only be appreciated by those with the adequate or exceeding humour IQs." "There are exceptions but that is mainly the general rule."

The dark humor was so perfectly Jaxx that I couldn't help but laugh. I burst out laughing, the sound bright against the lingering tension in the room. The absurdity of his grim humor never failed to catch me off guard, to remind me that beneath the violence and the control, there was a man who made me laugh in the darkest moments. Jaxx just shrugged, completely unbothered by his own dark wit, though a small smile played at his lips, softening the hard lines of his face.

It came out short and disbelieving, the kind of laugh a man gives when someone’s insulted his intelligence instead of amused him. “That’s good.” He shook his head, still laughing under his breath. “That’s genuinely good. Did my grandmother’s people teach you that one, or did you come up with it yourself?” “I’m not lying to you.” “Of course you’re not.” He leaned back, arms crossed, something cold settling behind his eyes now that the laugh had faded. “You’re the third woman this year to try that particular story on me. One of them even had a name badge to match, if you can believe that. Very convincing prop.”

Seeing his brother’s disapproval, Edwin didn’t dare push further. Instead, he forced a laugh. "Why take everything so seriously? I was only making a joke. Can’t even crack a joke without everyone getting offended?" He waved his hand dismissively. "Besides, it was just a casual remark. You’re the ones making it so serious, which leaves me looking like the bad guy here." Lucas’ gaze turned icy. "If you already know you’re putting yourself in that position, then stop making empty jokes like that. You may think it’s harmless, but we don’t see it that way."

he said with a laugh. I quickly responded, "Sorry, I know it's not a good visual." As soon as I said that, my body tensed up. My hands clenched the towel I was holding. My eyes were tightly closed as I felt the embarrassment run through my body. "Fuck! Sorry, I didn't mean to say that!" I scrambled to clean up my verbal blunder. Greg chuckled as he told me, "Relax, Mom. We're just joking with each other. It's nice to see you joke with me. Even if we disagree on the visual."

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Moreover, Hilda had been talking to one earlier. Hence, he smilingly said, "Dog's can't change their nature of eating feces. It's not a big deal." The 9th Old Master had personally spoken up. No matter how uncultured or vulgar the joke, everybody else had no choice but to accept it. Therefore, they laughed with him. Only Hilda looked like she was crying through her laughter.

specific sense of humour? Tiana: 'Specific? It’s unsolicited anatomy, Mari! I’m deleting the app. I’m moving to a cabin in the woods. I’m becoming a nun. Cleo: Don't you dare. Just block Greg-the-Baller and move on to the next one. I sighed, rubbing my temples. I looked back at Greg’s profile. I scrolled past the... scrotal incident... and looked at his face again. He really was handsome. And the pun - as much as I hated to admit it - was so phenomenally bad that a tiny, traitorous giggle bubbled up in my chest. It was bold. Horribly, disgustingly bold.