Humour Or Humor Romane & Geschichten

" Yes Sofie everything is fine, I guess I was a little bit carried away" Sofia's mum understands the feelings and knows everything is not alright with Richard cause she felt she was there some time ago, she looked at him and said, "Would you mind sharing with me what the problem is?" " I have no problem Okay, I just said I was a little bit carried away" Sofia's mum looked at him and smiled but Richard did not seem to understand what was so funny about what he just said, he looked at her and asked, "Could it be I'm bad with humor or something, that I didn't notice the joke part?"

’ Although he was doing his best, he could not quite hide the minute spasm at the corner of his mouth. Well, that was a relief. If not actually kicking, his sense of humour was at least alive and twitching. On the other hand, if he’d been behaving like what she and Kate called a BHP - for boring, humourless prat - she would begin to go off him, which might be no bad thing. A man could be rolling in dosh and dishy as you like, kind to old ladies and even a ten on the Richter Scale kisser, but without a sense of humour he was about as much use to Claudia as a 32A bra.

Liam had an uncanny ability to infuse laughter and light-heartedness into any situation. His jokes, witty remarks, and playful banter seemed to dissolve the weariness of the physical work we were engaged in. The repetitive strokes of the paintbrush and the meticulous care required to refurbish the furniture might have been tiring, but Liam's humor was a refreshing reprieve. It kept us going, and his ability to make even mundane tasks feel like fun was a testament to his infectious spirit.

He had the missing fingers to prove it. “I knew I’d be needed today. I brought my gear with me. Just stay back until I call you or you see the cloud of dust and debris.” That was something about people that did what he did. They had a mortician’s humor, or they had what was called gallows humor. Meaning they either had no sense of humor at all or they were sick and had a morbid sense of humor. Jackson didn’t believe in being serious about anything because he was too busy living what time he had left.

Juke grumbled under his breath, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. "I think we all know about your sense of humor Juke, it's only there when it's at the expense of others." Paul's voice carried a wry note from the back seat. "Tell us, have you ever laughed at yourself when the joke is on you, and not what you've done to someone else." "Why would I laugh at myself, that's just stupid? If something someone says upsets me, how can I find humor in that?" The genuine confusion in Juke's voice made Dale's heart twinge.

He continued with a smirk, “And I have a great sense of humor.” This time, I actually scoffed out loud. A great sense of humor? Did he even have a sense of humor to start with? “You’re kidding, aren’t you?” I asked, shaking my head. “Sense of humor? You think you’re funny?” “Admit it,” he countered. Of course, he was joking. “I’m funny.” “No, you’re not, Christian,” I shot back, still shaking my head. “But I have to admit, it’s one of the qualities I look for in a man. I love a guy who can make my ribs ache with laughter.”

They both laugh humorously. * * * * *

' I say mentally. However, what I say, although it calms him down, doesn't make him feel embarrassed or angry, but rather, he laughs. And he doesn't laugh coldly, but, a genuine laugh, the kind you can't fake. Showing me that he does feel. That he can be happy. "I've never heard a joke as good as this one, wife. You should be a humorist," Helmut says wiping away a tear that escaped his eyes from laughing so hard. "What joke are you talking about?"

"It was meant to be funny." I shake my head. "You have a strange taste of humor then. You are so not funny."

I said with a chuckle. Harvey laughed and smiled, his serious expression changing to a playful one. "Well, I thought you deserved the best," he said, his eyes sparkling with humour.