A joke, in the first person, is a joke about seeing a girl with blood on her leg, seeing that the wound between her legs is bottomless, and buying a band-aid.

My friend told me that he had studied in a technical school. Once a group of people gathered in their class to fight, and then a group of people came to the door of a classroom with great prestige. The leader was even more aggressive and domineering and kicked the door open. . . More than thirty people in the chef's class are grinding kitchen knives. . . The leader closed the door.