thoughts of mine

humor

Most people don't understand my humor. Some do and they love it. But the ones who don't are always on my case saying that I'm mean and rude. News flash people no one is perfect, I have my flaws, everyone has flaws.

But some people are just too stubborn to realize that they aren't perfect and shouldn't judge so easily. I make jokes about my friends and myself, but someone I know is always nagging about me being rude.

I don't like them but they haven't gotten the hint yet. Anyway back to the topic, I have those friends who die and come back to life with the jokes that I make, and if you haven't done that whenever I've said a joke, it probably means you're not my friend.

Oopsies. I've done it again. Like I said before my friends die and come back to life but we all have that one friend who either sounds like a hyena, Windex bottle, a pig or curmet the frog.

And I'm not hating on those friends, in fact I love those kinds of friends because when they laugh, you laugh harder then they are at the joke. It brings me such joy. *wipes fake tear*.

I've been told I'm a loud laugher, but hey of the joke was funny then I'll laugh if the joke wasn't funny then you're in deep shit because I laugh at a lot of things. And it's not just those friends who bring me joy it's the friends who laugh at their laugh too.

Because those are the friends who laugh but it's silent. You don't hear anything you just see their body moving, face turning red, them trying to breathe. Its all a cycle, there is the comedian, the hyena/Windex bottle/ pig/curmet the frog, the winded laugher.

And last but not least the person who doesn't get the joke but laughs awkwardly anyway. You gotta love laughs they are amazing in their own way.