I think we need to share funny stories of people tripping and falling and stuff. What’s more funny than seeing a little child run and fall on the concrete? And we all know the only reason to watch figure skating is to see some lame girl tumble out of a triple axel. 
Share share!
I can’t be the only one who thought the `tripping’ in the title meant getting high.
No, I don’t have any stories to add. I might think of some later.
Yeah… another one who thought “tripping” was about something else.
There has gotta be a better name for this thread.
My funny physical humour story isn’t so much the funny accident I had (which essentially knocked me out briefly), it’s what I did when I was in the dazed, out of it state.
It happened in grade 7, where I was one of those tallish kids trying to figure out where the ends of my feet and hands were (ie not always co-ordinated). In my science class we had been discussing eyes and eye injuries (which will seem unrelated to my accident until later in the story). The teacher had been telling us about how some eye injuries can result in blood clots behind the eye or other damage and that surgery can be performed to fix the problem but that during the surgery, they essentially have to take the eye out of its socket. This little fact decided to implant itself on my subconscious brain.
So a few days later, we were all out at lunch time and the guys were playing a game called scrub (a type of baseball game that doesn’t require teams and where you rotate to various positions on the field as a result of the play with the batter… but I digress). We girls were watching the boys play. We were sitting on the benches at one side of the diamond and then decided to run behing the backstop to the benches on the other side. I ran along, watching the game and not watching were I was going. I guess I forgot that this backstop had 2 metal posts at a diagonal, holding up the backstop. I managed to avoid the one post. For some reason, I decided to watch were I was going … but it was too late. Just as I turned my head to watch where I was running, the post was right in front of my eyes (or at least my right eye). I vaguely recall hearing the clunk of my head on the post.
Momentum being my friend, and gravity being the law, resulted in what must have been a rather humourous, even bugs bunnyesque fall. My head was stopped by the pole by my feet continued forward so that I landed flat on my back (hitting the back of my head on the ground). I’m not sure how long I was unconscious (or if I really was unconscious) but I have no recollection of what happened from when I hit my head to when I finally became aware again but this is what I’m told happened…
I eventually stood up and clutched my head running around somewhat directionlessly between the woods behind the school and the schoolyard. I was yelling 'My eye is popping out! my eye is popping out! I have to get the teacher, I have to get my mother! My eye is popping out! (Of course, my eye was NOT popping out) One of the girls managed to grab me and then she steered me to the bench where she persisted in trying to push me down to sit, while I continued (for a little bit longer) yelling about my eye and trying to get away/stand up.
Eventually I stopped yelling and then became aware of what was going on around me. By the time i became aware, I had forgotten about ‘my eye popping out’ … I think my major headache made me forget everything else. (I developed a lovely black eye. To add to the embarrassment, I had a music exam at the convent the next day.)
Being the new kid at a school and being a tall, skinny, (and ‘brainy’) girl in grade 7 is hard enough … but then to compound it all with such a dorky accident! I certainly gained a degree of fame at my school and if anyone reading this post is from a certain small village in Ontario, and was in grade 7/8 in 1977, they’ll know who I am from reading this story.
This one’s not all that funny, but kinda relevant to tripping.
Was playing 3-on-3 driveway b-ball Sunday with 2 brothers-in-law and 3 nephews/nieces. Someone let the dog, a huge German Shepherd, outside but she wasn’t tied up yet. My teammate got a defensive rebound and passed it to me for me to take it out. As I started to move back, the dog apparently ran right behind me. It was like when one guy gets down on his hands and knees behind someone, and a co-conspirator gives the vic a gentle shove sending him ass over teakettle.
Flashback - I took over a decade of martial arts training (stopped a couple of years ago due to chronic injuries). I remember working on falls, with one of my jiu-jitsu instructors saying “You may never get into a fight, but I guarantee that at some time in your life, you WILL slip or trip and fall.”
Back to last Sunday, without even thinking, I executed a smooth back roll over my right shoulder and ended up on my feet. (Would have been WAY cool if I had managed to keep control of the ball!) It was so natural, that I didn’t even realize it was anything special. But the other 5 players were standing around saying stuff like, “Wow - that was so - graceful!” (As opposed to my ballplaying ability!)
Pretty cool for a moment.
Oh yeah - the 3 old men beat the 3 young whelps in a hard fought contest. Won’t be able to say that for too many more years.
Stories of people tripping are usually “you had to be there” type things in order for them to be funny, but here’s mine anyway.
A bunch of us were all partying at my friend Ryans house, drinking and whatnot. We moved on into the barn and one of our very drunk friends Roger decided he wanted to run into the barn. So he’s outside, and we’re all watching him. He comes running in the barn at full speed and slips on this pile of horse shit right in the middle of the barn and goes FLYING and lands flat on his back! It was the funniest fall I’ve ever seen.
My wife and i were newlyweds in a new apartment. The apartment was on two floors and the stairwayhad a small landing in the middle. I was down stairs watching TV and I guess my wife was feeling 'frisky". She put on her long 40’s style silk night gown–full length, hugging every curve and walked down to the landing between floors. She struck a "come hither pose and in her sexiest voice said, “Oh turner…” I turned away from the TV and beheld my gorgeous new wife.
She then started to walk down the stairs to meet me, but caught her foot on the night gown and did a header down the last four stairs. I was smart enough not to laugh, but when she got to the bottom of the stairs, she picked herself up, mustered as much dignity as she could in that situation and said, “oh, nevermind” and walked back up the stairs. At that point I just lost it.
Ok, I’m still new enough to not know the policy on stories of this sort, so if this is verboten, please delete me. Thanks.
One night we’re having a party at a friend’s house. Much drinking, much smoking. It’s decided that ‘shotguns’ would be a good idea.
A ‘shotgun’ is when you put the burning end of the joint in your mouth, and blow smoke at someone else to inhale.
Pete takes his hit… stands there for a moment…
…and falls over, face-first, onto a glass coffee table, presumably from lack of oxygen.
The table, and Pete, survived just fine.
The rest of us about died. q;}
Phnord, tales of past drug use are fine, but talk of present use isn’t. “That weed back in the 60s sure had a lot of seeds in it,” is acceptable, but “that bag of Mexicrap I bought an hour ago sure has a lot of seeds” would get you a warning. In other words, your post was fine. Funny, too.
Understand that I’m not speaking as a Junior Mod or anything, but rather as someone who’s skated that fine line and been scolded for it often enough to know. 
Eh. I didn’t think that. And I think I’d be more likely to misinterpret the title, since I’ve done acid several times (quit 5 years ago) and am very interested in the drug and its bizarre, unpredictable effects. I mean the title says “physical humor stories.” And what’s the classic example of physical humor? A pratfall, a trip.
In fifth grade, I accidentally did a cartwheel down the stairs at school.
It was the first cartwheel I’d ever done, and it was my last.