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I frowned and he noticed. “Sorry. Distasteful joke. I know,” he said, looking disappointed at himself. When he was fully up, I looked away when I noticed the very obvious bulge in his pants. I kept reminding myself that it was natural. He didn’t seem to notice it either, so it had to be. “I use humor to hide my pain,” he said with a dry chuckle. His gaze softened as he peered into my face on his way out of the room. “Are you okay, though?”

This is the most goals joke as long as I've heard. "You're kidding, right? I swear! That's funny. Wow! If you join to stand up comedy, I make sure you can be the winner." "Na," said Mommy quietly. Chiko still showing his smile. "I'm serious and this is not a joke. You can tell the difference too, right?" Shit!

The absurdity of his claim was almost comical. "I don't have the experience?" I repeated, my voice dripping with amusement. "And what? You do? Please, this is a sore loser's cry. At least come up with a bad counterattack, brother. Lying is beneath you," I said, shaking my head in disgust.

“Hmm?” “If you keep talking like a LinkedIn motivational speaker, I’m going to throw up all over your father’s car interior.” He turned, blue eyes dropping to my face. “My joke was good.” “Your joke sounds like it was raised in a boardroom.” “That’s slander.” “That’s autobiography.”

I'm really good at hiding my emotions. Hey, jusko. I cried. I quickly held back my tears and just opened the youtube app on the Ipad. Vish might even see me crying for no reason. I just searched the name of my favorite youtube channel. Frame Order. Frame Order provides cartoon videos. But, most of their content is full of dark humor, so it's not the kind of cartoons suitable for children. I then started watching the videos. Sometimes it makes me laugh, sometimes it makes me uncomfortable because someone's hand is being cut off, and sometimes I hate it.

He was always making stupid jokes, even at the worst times. “That’s not funny,” I snapped. “There are people’s lives we are talking about, the pack members are counting on us and also the alpha, it’s only a matter of time until people start moving out of the pack,” I said, although I was also considering that in case things went sideways. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, raising his hands. “I was just trying to lighten the mood, you know, humor is a coping mechanism.” “Well, it’s not working,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

I mutter, earning a chuckle from him. “Hey, I’m just here to dish out wisdom,” he says, spreading his hands like he’s some kind of prophet. “What you do with it is your problem.” A laugh bubbles up before I can stop it. It’s small, barely more than a chuckle, but it’s there. Lukas raises an eyebrow at me, clearly pleased with himself, as he fakes a gasp. “Did I just make you laugh?” “No,” I lie quickly while trying to keep a straight face.

I announce primly, except I can’t seem to make my feet move. “Obviously the box is a gag gift. Clearly, with all of this manliness I’ve got going on, I do not have to resort to inflatable pussy.” I roll my eyes hard. “Whatever you tell yourself. Dick.” “Dick Balsac isn’t my real name, by the way. Just to be clear.” “Oh, I wasn’t calling you Dick Balsac,” I clarify. “I was just calling you a dick.” “Hilarious,” he says flatly. “So you’re a comedian. I assume that’s the reason for your entourage over there?”

When discussing potential new marketing strategies, he quipped, “Maybe we should hire a comedian to be our spokesperson. At least then, even if people don’t believe us, they’ll be entertained.” The room erupted in laughter again, and while the suggestion was light-hearted, it sparked a serious discussion about how they could use humor and a positive image to rebuild their brand. Ideas flowed more freely, and what had seemed like insurmountable problems began to look more like challenges that could be tackled with the right approach.