I like it! I have been known to name inanimate objects that I love.
For me it’s not how funny I find some things, but that I find certain things funny at all. I am on an endless quest to figure out why and how my sense of humor works the way it does. I can find humor in incredibly dark subjects, yet other jokes on the same subject fall flat or seem mean-spirited. And I can’t figure out what the difference is. Humor is such a weird and arbitrary thing. If I had to go on trial to justify my comedic preferences using logic and reason, I couldn’t do it.
My mother used to say, when someone was laughing hard, “They sound like they’re gonna pass a bean!” I don’t know what she meant when she said this, but I believe I literally passed a bean reading this list.
But then again, like QtM, I’m not surprised by what I laugh out loud at.
In the early 1990s, one of my friends told me that she was driving somewhere in the college town where we both lived at the time, and she saw a man standing outside a car in broad daylight with no pants on. :eek: She told one of her roommates about it, and the roommate asked her, “Was he bleeding from the anus?”
(Extra points if you got it.)
She and I must be the only people on earth who thought that was funny.
This reminded me of the time a couple of nice Mormon boys stopped by to see if I might like to discuss their religion with them. I politely declined but was amused to see that their name tags identified them as Elders Cox and Ball.
Some people might say that Mormons don’t have a sense of humor. I beg to differ.
I have a recurring issue with remembering funny things in the midst of serious moments. I usually stifle my laughter with a cough fake-out but I don’t know how convincing I am.
The last time this happened I was in a group listening to a writer friend seriously expound upon his work for critique. He said something that somehow triggered the memory of a completely unrelated Settlers of Catan in-joke with my friends the other night: a tiny hamlet we dubbed Curbstomp. I don’t remember the context, just that the hamlet of Curbstomp cracked my shit up, and then off I went, hacking and coughing to smother my laughter. It totally looked like I was laughing at my friend.
I can’t help it, I just feel things in the moment, and if my mind hits on some random hilarity as it’s wandering…
I laughed out loud today while watching Victoria an excellent series on PBS Masterpiece where she visited France to convince her cousin, the King, not to attempt to marry off his son to the Belgian Princess. He said “England is snapping up all the Queens. Queen Victoria promptly set him straight with “I was not snapped up”.I am still LAUGHING. This is a much watch series BTW. IMHO
Goddammit, now you are forcing me to watch all of Coupling all over again. That episode where Jeff talks about trying not to laugh during a solemn event, but you thinking of something funny and you get caught up in The Giggle Loop. That whole series is full of moments that are too funny. Some that are not so much, but many that are.
Steve: I have to ask her three more times
Nurse: She said you can’t
Steve: She didn’t say “can’t”
It must be a guy thing, I don’t get it either. (See? Stuff like this is never funny to me.)
I had one named Clyde who lived in my fridge, and mostly ate leftover mashed potatoes. I admit to giving him a spoonful of sugar on special occasions, and a piece of the cake on my birthday. Last year I went on a bread-making spurt, and tried to start a new one, but Clydes II through IV didn’t make it past a few days/weeks.
Through some odd quirk of fate, today “Outdoor Life” magazine e-mailed me this handy recipe for cleaning and cooking deer danglies. (No, I don’t have any idea how I got on their mailing list.) It includes a helpful link to instructions for turning the scrotum into a coin purse.
Yesterday, I was thinking about that immortal Monty Python quote : “I fart in your general direction!”.
“I fart in your direction!” is just as insulting but only mildly amusing. It’s the addition of the adjective “general” that makes the joke. Why? Perhaps because it adds a layer of insult as in : “I fart in your direction but you’re so insignificant that I can’t be bothered to aim precisely” ? I don’t know…
Oh, my cousin and I get to laughing so hard it turns into snorting, which just makes it worse.
One of my favorite panel comics (sadly I for got who drew it)
Bummed out man sitting at bar - My Wife left me, I lost my job, my dog died and all anyone cares about is my hat!
Man sitting next to him - What’s the matter with your hat?
BOMSAB - SEE!!!