Getting used to the sound of crickets

BOYFRIEND: (tells me a joke)

ME: I don't get it.

BOYFRIEND: (sighs heavily) If killing jokes were an Olympic sport, I would enter you. You would take the gold, hands down. You're an Olympic athlete of joke killing.

ME: Maybe it just wasn't that funny.

BOYFRIEND: Yes it was. YOU can't even tell a joke without killing it.

ME: I know a good joke when I hear one, and that wasn't a good joke. You just can't understand my highbrow humor. you don't listen.

BOYFRIEND: When was the last time you told a joke without killing it?

ME: I told you that one the other day.

BOYFRIEND: (laughs)

ME: You remember?

BOYFRIEND: What? Oh, no, sorry, TV.