Tough Crowd

Sometimes my jokes don’t go over the way I plan (yeah Mark, we know!)

My brother, my dad and myself have a group chat that was originally intended to keep each other accountable for exercising called the “Gym” chat. Unfortunately, the content of the conversation has strayed from its origins, but the group name is the same. Mainly because “Fart Jokes and Fight Nights” doesn’t fit as a group name. I had them over for the Mcgregor vs Khabib fight and at the end of the night my dad texted the group saying “Great night guys! Thank you Mark for hosting.” Now, if you watched the fight you know that after it was over, Khabib jumped into the audience and started whaling on someone. This is a huge “no no.” Among the post-it note of precautions taken in the UFC rule book are: 1. Don’t ruin the other guys chances of passing his single remaining brain cell down to his kids with a low blow 2. The cage is an enclosure, not a jungle gym 3. No interaction with the audience, this is a combat sport, not a Blue Man Group concert. So after my dad sent his text, I replied by saying “No problem! After you guys left I jumped the neighbors fence and started fighting their dog for some reason......” I’m not going to lie, I was kinda giggling to myself as I typed out the message and anxiously awaited their replies. And waited and waited and waited. The group chat saw no activity until there was a completely unrelated text the next morning. My hope is that there was some sort of cell phone snafu that caused the silence, but my fear is that the silence was a form of communication ☹️ oh well, they can’t all be winners.