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It wasn't just me who heard what Hubert Lock said. His parents heard them too. Laidman Lock immediately raised a hand and smacked Hubert lightly on the arm, irritation creeping into his voice. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Who jokes with their wife like that?" Michelle Lock quickly patted the back of my hand and comforted me softly. "Crystal, don't take it to heart. It's April Fools' Day, isn't it? Hubert was just being thoughtless and making a joke."

I could see the gears turning in his mind, already plotting how to turn this mishap into another one of his legendary stories. After a good while, we finally calmed down, the laughter subsiding into soft chuckles. The room felt lighter, the tension of the day melting away as we shared this moment of absurdity. I leaned back in my chair, still shaking my head, but a smile lingered on my face. "You really have a knack for getting us into trouble, you know that?" I said, half-serious, half-joking. He shrugged, a playful grin still plastered on his face. "What can I say? Life's too short to take it seriously all the time." He said

Some scars will heal on the outside but the pain you will feel on the inside. ~Humeyra Writers P.O.V There was laughter everywhere. Sheikh Ibrahim, Humeyra’s father was the center of attention as he told them the story of the companion of the prophet Muhammad peace and blessings be upon him. On this specific day he told the story of the companion who was known as the prankster that spared neither the young nor the old.

"You've got to understand Mendes. He can only be happy if he's with the one he loves. Theresa,he let you go because he cares for you." "I know. I'm just sad because I actually loved him." "You know, when I started dating,I said to a girl,"If you were a booger, I'd pick you." I stifled a laugh. "She actually fell for that?" "Yeah, even I was surprised. She was literally swooning." "Let me ask you some riddles. You're good at them, right?" "A bit," I replied weakly. "Which word in the dictionary is spelt incorrectly?"

As Charlie was grappling with these questions, he got a call from a man he had never met before. The man told Charlie that he had been struggling with mental health issues for years, and that Charlie's work had given him hope when he had none. The man said that he had been inspired to get help and to turn his life around, all because of what he had learned from Charlie.

It was obvious that he had to be strict because trusting everyone when you have a business of gold and diamonds was really dumb. He owned a little gold shop from the savings of his entire life. He had a wife and a son. He sent his son John to another city for his higher studies. Mr. Paul could barely see because of his vision loss but this didn’t stop him from working hard for the sake of his family. He believed in the fact that hard work is the key to success which Keith Jonas didn't really agree to but obviously always had to pretend to.

“And how exactly do you plan to make me laugh?” He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh, I have my ways.” I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. “Alright, Caspian. Show me what you’ve got.” He launched into a ridiculous story about Dev’s failed attempt to flirt with a waitress during a family vacation. His delivery was so animated and exaggerated that I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. By the time he finished, tears were streaming down my face, and my sides ached from laughing so hard.

That person will turn into a beast, and he’ll only be able to watch, unable to do anything. Until one night, when Harbinger of Doom, the girl in his previous team, suddenly sent Andy a list of 60 hilarious jokes. Andy had been puzzled and nonchalant reading them at first, but as time went on, the jokes began to affect him, and he loosened up. Soon, Andy found himself laughing, and before he realized it, he calmed down and fell asleep. Surprisingly, it happened the next day and the day after. Before Andy realized it, he found himself expecting the jokes more and more. After all, they helped him calm down and forget his sorrow, even if it was for a brief moment.

I stood up and copied the way he walks putting my hands in my imaginary pant pockets. "CaLl mE Mr. HaRDiNg! Because if you call me by my first name I will lose it and throw tantrums like a fucking three-year-old!" "I am the worst! I am a human version of period cramps" I was enjoying this. I went on a few more minutes, roasting him alone. "I'm the proof that God has a sense of humor!" "I think I was dropped on my head when I was a baby... No, no, I didn't just drop. I was thrown in the air, smacked by the ceiling fan, and tossed out of the window! That is why I have half a brain"

“Let me guess. The time I fell out of a tree trying to rescue a cat?” “And get stuck yourself,” he finished, his grin widening. “Yep, that one made the highlight.” “Unbelievable,” I muttered. “Anything else?” “Oh, plenty,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Like the time you tried to ride a bike down a flight of stairs because, and I quote, ‘It’ll totally work.” I groaned louder, hiding my face in my hands. “Why does he share the most humiliating stories?” “Because they’re funny,” he said, his tone light but teasing. “And, if I’m being honest, kind of impressive. I mean, you survived riding a bike down stairs. That’s bold.”