You Re So Dumb Jokes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mentally exhausted and depressed, Damian fell silent after the first hour. His knowledge of jokes was severely lacking. No matter what he did, the cyborg could not meet his party members’ standards. It was too difficult to be a clown. “It’s in the delivery,” Zen chuckled, patting Damian on the back. “Sometimes people find others funny when they aren’t intentionally trying to be. Just be yourself.” The solid advice lifted Damian’s mood a little, and the two nerds chatted, exchanging what they knew to update the gamer guide while travelling to Red Hood’s house.

I finally managed to pull the remote away from him. "Hey give that back!"He groaned and i laughed at his expense, possessively gripping the remote. "No i won't!"I squeaked. "Come on Olivia, you're being ridiculous, let's watch at eternity's gate,it can help you grow some sense" Did he just insult me? "Did you just say that I'm senseless?"I glared at him. "Of course, whoever told you that you're reasonable lied to you. Hard". "And you're dumb, you're very dumb,in fact your a double IQ dummy and you'll always be!"I yelled.

I said as I stood. “You might be brilliant to others but you're pretty dumb to me.” I laughed.

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

The front doors swooshed open and were slammed shut, followed by loud thuds which were supposed to be footsteps, coming closer towards the dining room. "There's the missing child." Smartass began and spoke like a, well, smart ass. How is my intuition always right? What am I saying? I'm smart as fuck. That's why. Stop lying to yourself babes. You like to think you're smart. You're street smart. But you're a complete dumbass. Don't get it twisted. I hate my mind.

I joked, but I seem to be the only one amused by the joke. This is embarrassing. Really very embarrassing.

“It’s where you get your ass into my room and give me the best kiss for Christmas.” Where is this coming from, these are such corny romantic comedy jokes. And that shit is fucking stupid. “Sebastian Cain, are you asking for me to kiss you?” She types back.

“That was... something.” He didn’t even flinch. “Tough crowd,” he muttered under his breath. Tough crowd? Was this a boardroom or open mic night? --- Then came the coffee break. I’d barely made it to the break room when he cornered me with another one of his “brilliant” jokes. “What do you call a sad cup of coffee?” he asked, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. Against my better judgment, I played along. “What?” “A depresso.”

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

"You are not dumb, are you?" This question made me feel humiliated, but against them, I couldn't even gather the courage to breathe loudly.