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Her broad nose and smile created an expressive face, probably harkening back to some sort of Pacific Islander heritage. "Stop encouraging them," Kelsey scolded. "They're acting a fool because you keep laughing." Felecia chuckled. She couldn't help it. Harper winked at her over the top of his mug as he drained the last of his coffee. Jamie gave Kelsey a sidelong look. "Just because you don't have a sense of humor doesn't mean everyone has to be a stick in the mud." Kelsey returned Jamie's look with her own flat stare. "I have a sense of humor, thank you very much. I just don't find your fart jokes funny."

I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Remember when I asked you for your opinion? Me neither” I said, as I smiled sweetly at him and walked off to the other side of the room. All the guys started to roll on the ground laughing. I have to say they sounded worse than a hyena. “I hear that there is a new app called sense of humor. D******d it bitch!” Danny snapped. I rolled my eyes. “You know Danny; acting like a dick would not make yours any bigger.” I pointed out.

before I strolled over to Desert and hoisted her over my shoulder and stomped through the trees leaving the sound of everyone's laughter behind us. "What are you doing? put me down pig" I smacked her bum just to annoy her "Don't call me pig" "Pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig" chuckling I finally let her down and pin her against a tree, "Now sweetcheeks, when are you gonna stop being mad at me?" "Never" "Thought so," I said as I moved her hair away from her neck and start kissing her, "What are you doing? stop" "No," I said kissing and nibbling along her jaw until shes breathless

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A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

I said suddenly curious Wyatt was still on the floor so Reed slowly made his way over to us. “Use me” He is all he said I turned to look straight at him, I imagined opening the door to his feelings. He was feeling pissed off, nervous, worried and a little hungry. Lets try humor since it is the opposite of what he is feeling right now. I imagined taking humor off a shelf and shoving it through the door. Reed broke out in a fit of laughter. He fell over on the ground holding his stomach laughing like a 3-year-old when you tickle them, that deep belly laugh.

He frowned, utterly deadpan, and it broke me unexpectedly. It pulled a genuine hearty giggle out of me, and I realized our weird conversation has completely lightened my mood with how utterly ridiculous it is. I never thought this would be a topic I would ever have with him or that he could be this funny, and I’m not sure if he meant to be. He has my sense of humor, dry and sarcastic with a solemn tone. I think I’m liking him even more. Definitely, there’s a side to him I may have previously overlooked.

"Rude! I’m a model citizen. I only commit crimes against humor. Not that I’d ever need to rob a bank!" "Crimes against humor," I chuckled. "That’s one way to put it. Your dad jokes are a whole different category." "Hey!" he said, pretending to be offended. "My dad jokes are basically an art form." He pointed at me like a teacher about to drop knowledge. "Why did the scarecrow get promoted?" I shot him a wary look. "Frank—" "Because he was outstanding in his field," he declared, laughter bubbling up as he reveled in his own joke.

This is proof we will never work out in any way. ‘I didn’t know you had a sense of humour or knew what a joke was? I am just amazed you even attempted something you clearly have no aptitude for.’ It’s sarcastic, cold and venomous. Back to juvenile and Mico slumps and buries his face in his hands with a long low groan.

Something unhurried and unperformed. "He used to make terrible jokes at breakfast," Dennis said. "Every single morning. The kind that weren't funny at all but he laughed at them so completely that you ended up laughing too." He paused. "He said laughter was the only honest currency. That you could fake money and power and even love. But you couldn't fake a real laugh." I looked at him. "He sounds like someone worth fighting for," I said. "He was," Dennis said quietly. I reached across and took his hand.