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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." ###

My smile widened as I mindlessly took off my jacket setting it down on the leather seat. I clung to Dalton chatting with him as Enzo thought it was the time for the like of the day as he called it. It was one of those stupid habits that we had going on as kids and it kinda stuck with us and Enzo was the one with the shittiest and corniest jokes. I braced myself to hear one of his dad jokes, Dalton was holding in his laugh at the eager look on his brother's face already. "What do you call a joke without a punchline?"

I checked my phone as James sent me another dirty joke, laughing as he looked at my face, waiting to see my reaction. We’d been having quality time together for three days and James had replaced the table he’d broken in the living room. It was still early, only seven am. We’ve always been early risers and I was surprised that Malachi hadn’t joined us yet. “You know this is weird right.” James started laughing again as I finished my coffee. “No, it’s not.” He began to type furiously on his phone again, a smile on his face. “Why can’t you just tell the joke?” James looked at me like I was an idiot and motioned his eyes towards Shoran and Adara.

“But, there isn’t much to clean here. Who knew that under that Stetson you have a clean shaven head and are actually the REAL Mister Clean?” Jet looked startled as his hands dropped from her arms, then he gazed around at the room too. Getting the joke, he tipped his hat back and began to laugh hardily. Maggie found herself staring open mouthed at the very sexy, very amused Cowboy Sundae. God dammit all to hell in a hand basket and top it off with French fries. He’s just like Mama D would say about some of the stripper men at the stud ranch. ‘This man is a meal deal on legs!’ Her mouth even watered as if his very presence made her thirsty or something.

"Okay! Okay! I will stop, but that joke of yours isn't good. Aren't there any more funny jokes?" I sat down next to Shin again. "I still have a lot of jokes," I replied. "Okay let me hear," "Here is a knock-knock joke. Knock-knock," - Me. "Who's there?" - Shin. "Tank," - Me. "Tank, who?" - Shin. "You're welcome!" Shin and I both poker-faced to that joke at the same time so I immediately drew a long line on it. "Knock! Knock!" - Me.

one of the other Elders wondered making the rest laugh. These old men don’t even have teeth at the back. How the fuck do they still laugh in sync together in perfect harmony ? Although their laughs are too shrill for men to have. Ughh. Stupid whiny voice boxes. “Looks like she will be worth more dead than alive afterall,” another remarked and the rest of the assholes guffawed even louder at that. “She is nothing ! If she were in my toilet I wouldn't even bother flushing it. My bath mat means more to me than her,” another scumbag commented and then noises similar to cackling geese echoed throughout the place.

Nice muscles. “My son’s Adam. He’s in real estate with a friend. Both bachelors I’m trying to get grandpups out of. These old weary bones want to bounce a young one on the knee and spoil them.” He looked away wistfully. “To be honest, he doesn’t even know I do cleaning anymore; thinks I’m retired. But I fuckin hated sitting there with old farts who just wanted to talk about the weather.” He’s chortled. “Fuck; that’d be torture.” I agreed with him. “I couldn’t even see my own old man doing that; and he doesn’t even have legs!” We both laughed together.

“I’m an adult, you know.” Jake, nodding with a touch of dry satire in his expression. “You are an adult, ma’am.” The way he said it—so deadpan—made me burst into proper laughter this time. I shook my head, wiping the last traces of tears from my cheeks as I walked away from the counter, still chuckling.

he says simply. I blink at him. “You always do.” He tilts his head. “You look like you could use a dumb joke.” “I really could.” He leans in. “Okay, what do you call a chicken that crossed the road, rolled in mud, and came back?” I stare at him. “A dirty double-crosser.” I snort. “That’s horrible.” He grins. “But you laughed.” “I did not.” He lifts a brow. “You giggled.”

Let's listen to it. Jake started telling a string of progressively awful jokes. They were terrible. Puns and dad jokes that caused me to groan and roll my eyes. However, I still ended up laughing. Jake's excitement was contagious, similar to a harmless virus that transmitted happiness rather than illness. What is the reason for scientists not having faith in atoms? Jake inquired, his eyes sparkling. I nodded, preparing for the joke's finale. "Because they constitute everything!" Jake's delivery of the line was so joyful that I couldn't resist laughing.