A joke about acne

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The handsome boy came on stage and applauded warmly. Thank you! Hello, everyone. Nice to meet you. Wow, there are so many beautiful women present. I am elated when I see them. There are so many handsome guys! Like Tang Priest, I really want to eat you in one bite. I really want to beat you up. My fingers itch. Why are you so handsome? White and tender. This is not true. This is cosmetics. There is nothing iconic on his face.

Unlike me, when it comes to me, I can actually say it, really. Let me start with my face. At first glance, it is original goods with anti-counterfeiting marks. A lot of grain has grown. Ah, granules, granules, so many granules, have been taking me all over the world, granules, granules, granules.

Someone once told me that this is called acne. Of course, I asked my mother. She told me that it was "midsummer fruit". I remember when I was a child, everyone in the village liked me very much. They all say that I am handsome and distinctive, just like "stinky tofu" in Changsha. I'm so happy. Of course, I think so myself. Whether he is handsome or not, he has a "Yau Ma Tei" on his face. It is said that seeing me is like seeing the prospect of "rape blossoms".

Later, when I grew up, I found that they were not really praising me. So I went to my mother. She looked at me with an "atomic bomb" on her face and comforted me by saying "I'm not worried". I was angry at that time. It was really big. "Acne" won't grow on your face, of course you're not worried.

Later, it was not helpless. This person's business must be done by one person. Therefore, whenever I have time, I will go to the drugstore, hoping to find the best way to eliminate these "plasma weapon". Because these guys are disgusting. It was just a dramatic guerrilla war in my face. Later, the living conditions were better and the nutrition was sufficient.

With the convening of the 16th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, they also accelerated the pace of progress, kept pace with the times and implemented the "Great Development of Central China". Just pull the army to me. Every time I go home with the medicine of hope, I don't want to mention how happy I am, waiting for a bumper harvest to pick up acne one day. But as time went by, they resolutely stuck to their base areas. Now I hate those doctors.

Later, when my friend saw me like this, he was really sorry for the audience, so he gave me advice and said that using # # had a good effect. I think the "facade" has become like this anyway, so let's be a living horse doctor. But the result is too painful for me.

Finally, I gave up my life and squeezed my face in front of the mirror. At that time, I thought to myself: since you won't let me live a good life, I won't let you live a stable life. Even if you can't have children and daughters, you will be disabled for life.

It's like this day by day. It's bumpy, that's all. It can be compared with the roads in my village. In other words, the China People's Liberation Army was liberated after only eight years of anti-Japanese war. I've just been fighting smallpox for nine years, and I haven't been liberated yet. No wonder some people say that I am: I look like rain, fog and wind, but I am not human.

Every time I think about it, my heart gets cold. If God can give me another chance, I will say: acne. Get out of my face so that I can go to bed. But then I figured it out. In fact, it is not a particularly bad thing. At least I don't have to hang mosquito nets to sleep in summer. Why? Because mosquitoes are afraid of spraining their feet on my face.

Okay, let's not talk about it. Because this is not my saddest thing, what I am saddest about is my name. You don't know my name yet, let me tell you. My name is ... God, I don't have the courage to say it. Friends, can you give me some courage?

Thank you. Now that everyone has made a statement, I'll say it. Anyway, it's not the first time to make a fool of myself, so I'll summon up the courage to make a fool of myself again. My name is potato, which is very creative. How can a person get such a name!

But no one in my village calls my name. They just called me "groundnut" and said it just matched my face. I'm so twisted, you know? Very uncomfortable. What should I do? Find them PK. But I can't beat them. The result is always "fine eyes" to go up and finally "black and blue" to come down. That hurts me, just like a slate grinding down a dog's tail. That's "triumphant cry"!

Ladies and gentlemen, under such circumstances, I have grown up. Do you think I'm easy? Forget it, I'm moving bricks.

Stand-up crosstalk is a kind of crosstalk. One person said it was stand-up crosstalk, two people said it was counterpart crosstalk, and more than three people said it was group crosstalk. Stand-up crosstalk is a folk art form developed on the basis of folk jokes. It not only has the characteristics of cross talk, but also inherits the artistic techniques of folk jokes, stories and storytelling. It is full of stories and interesting, so it is widely circulated in society.