Anthony Checks Amber: He’s in MY House Joking Your Husband and You Laughing?! 🔥
It was supposed to be a chill evening — laughter, a few jokes, and maybe some late-night snacks. Wayne had come by, cracking up the room as always. Even Anthony had smiled a bit at first. But as the jokes kept rolling and Amber’s laughter got louder, the mood shifted fast.
Wayne finally left, still chuckling to himself, leaving Amber and Anthony standing in the quiet living room. The door clicked shut — and silence hit heavy.
Anthony: (folding his arms) “What was all that, Amber?”
Amber: (still smiling, trying to calm herself down) “What was what, Anthony?”
Anthony: “All that kikiing and laughing like you just at a comedy club. The man’s in my house, cracking jokes about your husband, and you over here acting like it’s the funniest thing you ever heard.”
Amber: (raising an eyebrow) “Anthony, come on now. He was funny! That’s Wayne! He always jokes around, you know that.”
Anthony: “Funny? Yeah, maybe a little. But not that funny. You was over there bent over, holding your stomach. You don’t even laugh like that at my jokes.”
Amber: (crossing her arms) “Because your jokes don’t be funny, babe.”
Anthony: (pauses, stares) “Wow… okay. So now I’m not funny?”
Amber: “Anthony, stop. Don’t twist this. You being sensitive. Ain’t nobody trying to disrespect you.”
Anthony: “Sensitive? Nah. I’m just saying, a man in my house, clowning me, and my wife is over there laughing like she at the front row of a Netflix special — that don’t sit right with me.”
Amber: (sighs deeply) “We are not about to do this tonight. You know how Wayne is. You know how I am. I laugh when something’s funny. That’s all it was.”
Anthony: “Yeah, but it’s always him getting that kind of laugh outta you.”
Amber: “Oh my God, here we go! Anthony, you jealous?”
Anthony: “Jealous? Nah. I just don’t like feeling like the punchline in my own house.”
Amber: (softens her tone) “Babe… it’s not that deep. You my husband. You the one I’m with. You the one I come home to. I laughed at a joke, not a man. Stop turning everything into a test.”
Anthony: “You really think I’m turning it into a test?”
Amber: “Yes. You’re doing too much. You hold on to everything. You even said yourself tonight that we balance each other — I let go, you hold on. Now let it go.”
Anthony: (sighs, half-smiling) “You know what… that ‘Jesus hands’ joke was a little funny.”
Amber: (laughs) “See! I told you! It was funny! Especially the part about you holding on too tight.”
Anthony: (steps closer) “I do hold on tight.”
Amber: “And I love that about you… but next time, just laugh with me instead of getting mad.”
Anthony: (smirks) “All right. But ain’t nobody clowning me in my own house again. I’m claiming my laughter rights next time.”
Amber: (teasing) “Then you better start practicing your jokes, Mr. Stingy.”
They both laugh — the tension melting away, replaced by that familiar spark. Anthony still didn’t like Wayne’s humor, but deep down, he knew Amber’s laughter wasn’t disloyal — it was just her being her. Still, one thing was clear… next time Wayne dropped by, Anthony was bringing his A-game.