Eraserhead X Ms Joke 소설 & 이야기

He's spinning a macabre tale of how we might likely drown and die if his magic failed. I'm used to seeing him joke irresponsibly but not them. I laugh when I see that Ivar, as fearsome as he looks, has turned white with fear. "Guys, c'mon! Don't tell me you believe that. He's joking. Ivar, lighten up. He's joking, really." Eric chuckles then, obviously enjoying the result of his bad joke. "Yes, guys I'm joking! What? You must think I want to die to believe I would make such a costly mistake. I won't be able to ever return home because your mates would kill me."

How can I enter his mouth with a fly or a mosquito in my mouth? "Huh? I didn't hear anyone yelling... maybe you heard it wrong or maybe... HAHAHA!" he laughed at the end. What's so funny? Am I joking? I was not even informed that I was joking. That's not a joke, that's a stupid question! "Maybe... What? What??" "Maybe you're not cleaning your ears pfft!" "Ha Ha Ha! What do you think of me, you're really like that ewww!! Pfft you want me to lick my ear!" I said laughing at the end.

he yelled and I almost burst out laughing. I just shook my head. Teasing him did really ease my stress. Maybe eating lunch can wait…

He says as if he has control over that, but somehow I believe him. Somewhere between our second and third drink our flight had another delay. At this point, we won’t be getting back until Monday and I should be stressed about that, but I’m too busy laughing as Eric tells a story of one client who placed an order with us thinking we were a meat company so as a prank Eric sent him a truckload of hats all in the shape of different steak cuts. We’re definitely the loudest people at the bar right now, but no one seems to mind or maybe I’m too drunk to care.

I joked lightly, and Serin rolled his eyes at my poor excuse of one. "Funny," he said humorlessly. I only cackled even harder. "No, seriously. You should step out of the corporate world and become a comedian with jokes like that." "Aw, come on, Serin." I followed him out of the house and into the backyard, where he walked out for some fresh air. "It was kind of funny, admit it!" "You need to admit yourself into a mental hospital with jokes like that." ###

It was a guttural, belly-deep release, the kind of laugh that comes only when absurdity has transcended all expectation. It must be a good joke, I thought, tears of unexpected hilarity pricking the corners of my eyes. The best entertainment I’ve had in months, if not years. I was wiping a tear away with a silk napkin when I looked up and saw their faces. Eric was staring down at his plate again, his shoulders bunched high with tension. Mia, the Redhead, wasn’t laughing. Her copper mane was utterly still, and she was trading nervous, confused glances with Eric, her expression a clear question: What’s so funny?

I’m not wishing for this thing to be some sort of a breeze just passing by very quickly. I fixed my hair combing it with my fingers and then straightened out my clothes for possible unkempt lines. I looked around and noticed everybody are busy talking and fixing their stuff and so I prepared myself mentally for anything that might come up later before eventually strutting my way out to approach Jayler. The next band performing right after us were having their own ice-breaker moment since it’s already late and the crowd were laughing at this poop and asshole joke which was funny when you hear it the first time but I’m kind of tired of hearing the joke for the million time.

She frowned and then took another drink of her beer. “I bet that you spent your days making voodoo dolls of the Lycan Kings and Queens and stick pins in them!” This came from Eric who also worked in the kitchen. He had a darkness to him and had a rather interesting taste in dark humour. He was funny most of the time but somehow managed to take some of his jokes a little too far.

"You muttered it like three times while we were reviewing the slide transitions." I dropped my head into my hands. "Oh my God." He chuckled. "So? He the guy? The one scrambling your brain?" "He’s not the guy," I said quickly. "He’s just... a mistake. A really addictive, confusing, frustrating mistake." Mason leaned in. "Want me to punch him? I mean, I’d probably break my hand, but I’d do it. For the drama." I snorted. "Thanks, but no." He gave me a look.

The guy who was stuffing the money laughed with mockery. “Don’t underestimate her she must be raking her head right now trying to find out about the serial killer even though she has resigned, remember my encounter with her the other day? I couldn’t even get a proper orgasm when she showed herself. It was really frustrating.” The newcomer said harshly.