Everybody in my family has a sense of humor. My dad’s is comical and joking, he gets it from his dad, my grandpa, who always has something funny to say. My grandma is more like a one hit wonder; she’s really funny, when she tries. And my mom’s sense of humor. Well she likes to think it’s good, but let’s be honest, it’s terrible. Then we have my brother. I can’t remember the last time he made any of us laugh. He pretends to be funny and tries way too hard. His sense of humor is plain and dry, his sense of humor is a blank sheet of computer paper.
Then we have me. I like to think I’m funny, I make my family laugh everyday. My sense of humor is mainly sarcastic and sharp. It’s a little mean, in a joking style. Sometimes serious situations cause me to change. But the humor is always there, just suppressed to save others feelings.