Who are the people around you who make fun of themselves?

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

After the exam, my boyfriend and I went downstairs together. Another couple walked in front, and the girl walked in front of me. I wore a pair of sports shoes that day, which were very slippery. When I went downstairs, I slipped and kicked the girl in front down the stairs, and then I sat down and slipped, bang, bang, bang.

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.

In high school, I heard a classmate say that a sleeping berth fell down at night and had a nosebleed. He didn't pay attention at first, so he touched it with his hand, wondering how there was water on his face. Then the students in the lower bunk were woken up, holding a flashlight, and a man with blood all over his face knelt on the ground and looked at him. Then ... I heard the cry of the classmate in the lower berth.

The younger brother of bunk bed slept shallowly, but his bunk bed was close to the window and was often disturbed by the 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 found a faint sob coming from his bunk.

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

Heavy rain, trapped in the teaching building, five girls in our dormitory searched the bathroom and found five brand-new big black plastic bags. How big are they? Dig out your eyes from head to toe, cover them and run in the rain. Go where there are fewer people on purpose. As a result, the street lamp was very bright, and a large group of people waited at the gate of the library for the rain to stop, and then they heard: "Wow, look, look.

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

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