Who are the people around you who make jokes about themselves?

I have become a joke myself, and my friends around me are all masters of jokes.

After the exam, I went downstairs with my boyfriend. Another couple walked in front of me. The girl walked in front of me. I wore a pair of sneakers that day, which was very slippery. When I went downstairs, my feet slipped. I kicked the girl in front of me down the stairs, and then I sat down and slid down, thumping, thumping, thumping.

I looked at the girl I kicked, and when I turned around, I saw my boyfriend and another boy staring at us dumbfounded, and then gave a barbell-like laugh.

I heard from my classmates in high school that a sleeping bunk fell down at night, and his nose was bleeding. At first, he didn't pay attention to it, so he touched it with his hand, wondering how there was water on his face. Then the classmates in the lower bunk were woken up, and a man with a bloody face knelt on the ground and looked at him. Then … I heard the cry of the classmates in the lower bunk.

My brother in the bunk has a shallow sleep, but his bunk is near the window, so he is often disturbed by the car lights outside the window, so he bought an eye mask to try. The next day, the person who got out of bed told me that he got up last night, and when he found that there was a faint sob coming from his bunk.

The buddy who wore the blindfold for the first time said that last night, he dreamt that he woke up in the middle of the night, opened his eyes and saw nothing. He thought he was blind, and then he began to cry.

trapped in the teaching building in a heavy rain, five girls in our dormitory searched the bathroom and found five brand-new big black plastic bags, which were big. They dug out the position of their eyes from head to knee, covered them and ran in the rain. Specially choose places where there are few people to walk. As a result, the street lights are very bright, and a large group of people wait at the gate of the library for the rain to stop, and then they hear: "Wow, look, look.

my high school classmate. Once, I don't know what he was stimulated. He cut a handful of hair from his head, tied it with a red rope, and wrapped it in writing paper to give it to the girl he was chasing. I was there when he sent it. I saw the girl pick up the letter paper. As soon as she opened it, her face turned red, and then she threw away the lock of hair like an electric shock, scolded "hooligan" and ran away.

I was in unknown so, and he was confused. After a long time, he walked slowly, bent down to pick up his hair, and said to himself sadly in the direction where the girl left, I should have sent it before perm.