Humour Or Humor Romane & Geschichten

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.

“Oh, Simon, you’re terrible! I can’t help but indulge in some of my cravings. Blame our little munchkin for having such impeccable taste.” Her laughter filled the room, filling the air with a melodic sound that warmed my heart. In that moment, I realized the power of humor and lightheartedness in navigating the journey of pregnancy. It was a way for us to embrace the changes and challenges, all while celebrating the beauty and joy that accompanied this transformative time.

“Yeah well, my sleeping pattern has been off-balance lately, so it's only natural that my eating habits will change too. And geez, I can't help being hungry all the time.” “I think you should cut back on the food a little. At this rate, you'll end up being the biggest person I know.” He teased, poking her belly. “You're such a dick.” “But you still love this dick.” “Are you serious right now? Tell me, does it look like I’m in the mood for any of your crap?” “Whoa, it was just a joke.” “Don't joke like that. Some jokes that are funny, right? And others that are just not ok. Guess which category yours falls into.”

The only thing I am allergic to is my food. Liam laughed at my response. “Are you always this sarcastic?“ He asked me. "I would prefer you use the term ‘huge sense of humour’ instead.“ He shook his head, smiling at my response, "I shouldn't have even asked," he muttered before going back to what he was doing.

“You’re even less nice when you want something. You should probably work on that. Not everyone lo— not everyone’s going to humor you the way I do.” “Humor me?” I propped myself up on my even sharper elbows, and he grunted. But he didn’t shove me off or bitch at me. Huh. Okay. Maybe he had a point, but still, I was on a roll now. “Humor me? You’ve been such a dick!”

Which is about the only thing we agree on. If Chris notices this dynamic, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he joins in as the leap from topic to topic which includes the latest page three model, women in gyms, dating and top gear. For almost two hours I persevere, struggling to detect a single witty remark among this poor excuse for schoolboy humour. Yet the last thing I want is to be dismissed as having no sense of humour. I redundantly stand with a smile on my face. You’d think this would be easy, but it’s not. Unlike Chris, who has tears rolling down his face, I find his friends about as hilarious as having a root canal done without any pain relief. “Jesus, they’re so funny,” laughs Chris. He

Their breathless snickering filled my ears as they circled me and looked down at me with nothing but lust and excitement in their reddened eyes. "Aw, missy, you really gave us a run for our money, didn’t ya?" One of them said, and his comrades laughed in response. I did not know what was so funny about what he had said. I never knew what humor was. Sometimes I like to believe I am broken because even with my girlfriends, I never smiled with them, I never laughed at the jokes they told. I never found humor in this world.

“My family owned this before but this is mine now and I manage this. They’re busy with their company” “That’s sick!” “You look really surprised” “I didn’t expect that from you. I thought you were a good-for-nothing jerk” “Hey! You’re insulting me!” “Am I? My bad” I jokingly replied. I know he’s not the type that easily gets insulted. He has deep humor and wits which makes him very versatile when dealing with words spitted out to him. “What about you? You’re alone?” “Uhm… ye---” “Zae!!”

"Your definition of makeup is a heavy cost to me." "What can I say? My definition book is cool and expensive." He grinned. "I didn't find it funny." "Because you've less humor in you." No matter what I say, he had a reply for all.

"Ohh.. yea.. Hassie, I have to give her a call. She has missed out on some things" "Babe, what's up". I hopped into her car as she drove towards her house. "I will tell you more. Let's get something on our way. I would love to eat something". She shook her head "you look chubby now. I bet in a week's time, you will be so fat". She said laughing while I glared at her. "Why aren't you laughing? Isn't it funny?" "It is not. You make dry jokes". "Nope, I disagree. It is not funny to you because the joke is directed to you. And you lack a bit of a sense of humor".