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She wanted to hear it all so she could laugh about it with Sandra at breakfast. They had aways made a fan of me, laughed about my weight, joked about my chubby cheeks and even insisted that I could enter the gunniesse world book of records if I decided to be a trumpet blower, because according to them, the kind of cheeks I had would do wonders. They were all light jokes to them, jokes that would go away, because they would forget all about it once they were finished laughing, and mouth a terribly sorry about being so blunt and honest.

Gabi said and watched the wicked smirk spread across her face. “Do say more.” Remmie said as she typed away at the computer. “Well now hear me out. Things here are like living in an a egg factory with a raging bull set loose. So, if we hit all of the guys, simultaneously then we may just be able to set things back to a lighter time. So, I agree that the boys would be mortified by the fact that they had been ordered ED pills. I mean the fact that they have two pregnant mates just makes the joke just as good. But to make that joke really hit home you have to order jock itch cream. By the crate.” Gabi said and Remmie and I lost it. Both of us laughing until Remmie’s eyes went wide and her face

Sienna took a deep breath and then gave me a big smile. “It was a joke! You didn't see that coming, did you?” Sienna said as she began to laugh. It was a loud, insincere laughter and everyone on the table knew it. I wasn't planning to ruin the mood so I laughed along. The laughter died down and Sienna sat down, still embarrassed. Sebastian had a smug expression. “I don't like pranks like that, Miss Sienna. I'd appreciate if you don't do that again,” I said with a smile.

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

Jaida covered her mouth, her chuckles brimming with ridicule. “It's utterly laughable. Truly, this is the biggest joke I've heard in years. The less a person knows, the bolder the lies they spin," Jett sneered.

"You sure look better now." "And you look... worse." As far as jokes went, it was a lame joke, one that would not have made anyone event crack a smile normally, but it somehow managed to crack us both up. A second later, Silas and I were laughing like loons, laughing our heads off, clutching the counter to keep from toppling over. Silas stopped to burp and that set us both off again. Silas's unsteady hands poured us both a large glass of whisky.

I burst out laughing so hard I nearly choked on my soda. Jenna looks deeply unimpressed. “Yeah, real fucking funny,” she mutters, side-eyeing both of us. “Keep laughing, you bunch of soggy mofos. I’ll remember this when you two need someone to body a man for you in public and I’m too busy teaching spin hooks to felons named Big Maria.” Dawn snorts into her drink. “You’d thrive in there, don’t lie.” “Shut up,” Jenna says, but she’s already smiling.

I was seriously considering sneaking out, but that will definitely attract more attention. Jerry continued, “My roommate was like, 'Sure man, no problem, I'll take the couch. I just want her to be comfortable; she is going through a rough time. She had just had a breakup.' I interrupted him, and the first thing that came out of my mouth was, 'Dibs.' My roommate asked, 'What, the couch?'" The crowd laughed, and I was somewhat shocked; I had heard of comedians altering their experiences to make their stories funny, but I was a bit concerned about where he was going to take this joke.

He said nuzzling his nose in my hair. "Yup" I yawned "I would tell you what I like, but you're sleepy so I'll tell you tomorrow" He smiled. I moved closer to him as I said "Should I tell you a joke?" He chuckled "Okay, tell me" "Seven billion faces in the world, but yours is the only one I wanna sit on" He bursted into laughter "Jeez Vanilla, sex jokes". His hand tightened on my waist, I smiled feeling content at the sound of his laughter.

She looked so sad that it took me a second to filter her words through my brain again. I burst into laughter this time as I took my spot next to her long, sexy body once more. "Good one, Stretch." She shot me a sassy smile. "Thanks." She looked at Tag. "That was a joke." His shoulders shook as he tried to glare at her. "Well, we're not going to put our wieners inside you. Not today. And we call them all kinds of different things, but usually cock or dick. Maybe give that a try in the future."