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What was clear was that the caller had revealed his identity, so it's impossible for him to be framed. *** Narendra Prasadh's face showed absolutely no anger when Rajesh announced that his daughter had been dismissed as a teacher for alleged misconduct. He even laughed at that. "Why are you laughing, sir?" asked Rajesh looking surprised. "Why not? Isn't it funny?" "Funny? What's so funny? To me this is an insult!"

His face was literally shaped like that of a person cursed always to be unhappy. I shrugged, displaying my open palms. "Just twice a week. I'm pretty reasonable on Sundays." Damian looked baffled, and then an expression of utter disgust crossed his face as his brows drew together, displaying lines on his forehead. "That's…was a joke, you were supposed to find that funny," My voice trailed. "I guess not. Keep your eyes on the road, then. You might find something that spikes your humor there." "I see no reason to. It's not like you're one of those scared to die."

The exclamation mark then transformed into an image: a thumbs-down sign, clearly conveying mockery. Underneath the image was a message: "Improve your skills before coming back. You're embarrassing yourself!"

But I'm sure I must be mistaken. Tobias doesn't seem like a man that possesses much humor. No. I bet his hobbies include cricket, but only on Sundays! Oh, and drinking tea and occasionally laughing at people hurting themselves in videos! I bet he also enjoys scaring his employees. With those assumptions in mind, I give him a tight-lipped smile. "No, you don't seem like the type to joke about that." You don't seem like the type who jokes at all. "So, if you are serious, I would like to know what's in it for me more than keeping my job."

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

I love when they say that. Everyone is going around the room saying the same boring crap about how much they've enjoyed working in blah blah company working on the same whatever project for x number of years. And their personal comment is usually something like "I enjoy reading technical journals." So when they get to me, I usually do something like this: "My name is Jake. I worked for Vandalay Industries for 5 years as a latex salesman, followed by brief forays into architecture and marine biology before becoming a programmer." About 90% of the time no one is paying attention as I am saying this stuff, but that 10% of the time, it's just magic and someone will just laugh out loud.

Provocatively, she said, "This necklace isn't worth much, Hilary. There's no need to get mad at me." I frowned slightly. I hadn't even bothered with getting mad. I had many necklaces like hers, but I didn't like any of them. "You shouldn't be so petty, Hilary," Arnold admonished me, assuming that I was unhappy about it. "Don't overthink it." I found all that ridiculous. Sighing, I said, "I'm not mad. Really. You're the ones who shouldn't overthink it." Arnold seemed surprised, judging by his gaze, and he remained suspicious. "That'd be great."

Human. “So,” he said after a moment, “the assumptions you made on page twelve… explain them again.” I launched into it, gesturing as I spoke, more animated now that I was fed and focused. Halfway through, I made an offhand joke about the market behaving like a stubborn child refusing to cooperate. To my surprise, Adrian laughed. Not a sharp, humorless sound. A real laugh. It caught me so off guard that I stopped talking mid-sentence. “What?” he asked, still smiling faintly.

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.

the guys laugh as he tries to go for my door. "You know people say you don't have a sense of humor," Danica says putting her address into the GPS on the dashboard as we drive down the street. "So I've heard," "It might be because you never smile or laugh," she adds. "I've never heard you laugh," "Coming to think of it. We haven't either. Not since you were like thirteen," Micca says. "Leave her alone," Miles says. I hear a smack. "I'm just saying," he defends.