The incident I remember and the one Marlitharn alluded to, are separate but (I assumed) similar. This thread discussed the former. Basically, two people tripping on meth were lost in the woods near Omaha, hallucinating a group of people who were “riding [cars] in the trees and breaking them down and stuff”. The fourth post has a link to mp3s and transcripts of the 911 calls, but you have to register to read/hear them.
On a related note, there’s a video of some teens driving around, with one leaning out to shove a cyclist into a parked car. He instead loses his balance, falls out and ends up smashing his face into the bumper of said parked car at fairly high speed.
I laughed. Hard.
Still do.
My friend and I were pretty stoned, and went to get burritos from the local Mexican place. It’s summer, so we’re waiting for our food outside, sitting on this cheap rattan patio furniture the place had. An old lady comes up with a little yap dog on a leash, ties it to one of the chairs, and walks in to order. While she’s in there, the dog is sniffing around, and reaches the limit of his leash. Unfortunetly, the chair he’s tied to is super light weight, and just topples right over. The clatter of it landing scared the dog, and he took of running - still tied to the chair. Convinced that the chair was chasing him, he lit off in a panic across the parking lot. Luckily, a girl sitting nearby saw this, and took off after him like a shot. Because me and my friend were laughing too hard to move. What’s worse, right then the old lady comes back out, looks around querously, and says in the most perfect, stereotypical quavering “old lady” voice, “Where’s my dog?”
It was over for us. I don’t even know how we got home. I hope to hell that girl caught her dog.
I would have laughed at that scene too.
I was just flipping through channels and came across a show called “When Surgical Tools Get Left Behind”
I cracked up at the name… HAD to watch the show, of course, and kept snickering at it. partially becuase it was just really badly done and overdramatic, but probably mostly because I’m evil.
Many years ago I was a Christmas eve service at my parents church sitting next to my father. They had taken the time to type up and print out the words to the songs we would be singing, causing several typos. This would not have been an issue, until my dad and I came across the line about angels who “touched their herps of gold”. My dad and I tried so hard to not laugh, but we were both giggling fairly loudly for several minutes. I believe my mom told us to stop laughing and embarrassing her in front of the lord, but I was laughing so much I gave myself the hiccups.
When my dad died, I went to the funeral home with my mom and my oldest sister to make the arrangements for his funeral. The funeral director showed us a roomful of caskets, and then started explaining burial vaults. He showed us this glass aquarium containing a little-bitty model vault, with a little-bitty model coffin in it. Then he filled the aquarium up with water to show us how water-proof this certain brand of burial vault was.
My sister leaned over and whispered to me, “I wonder if there’s a little dead Barbie doll in that little coffin.”
I started snorting and giggling, and so did my sister. Mom elbowed me sharply, until I whispered the same thing to her. Mom started shaking with repressed giggles, while glaring at my sister and me. Meanwhile, we were laughing so hard we were crying (but at least crying looked a little better to the funeral director).
Mom swears she’s never going in public with the two of us, ever again.
Meh, considering some of the stories I’ve heard from my dad, this would probably have been pretty tame. Trust me, he would have understood. Grief manifests itself pretty strangely.