We just back from a trip. We stayed one night at a friend of the family’s house. The husband of the family has known my husband since they were in second grade, so I’ve known him almost as long as I’ve known my husband. So they just got this hot tub. We had been playing cards and drinking. When the kids went to sleep we decided to get in the hot tub. The friend decided to enjoy it the natural way. He got over heated and was sitting on the edge to cool off. The edge going to nowhere but straight down to the ground about 4 feet below. He said he was doing his “Richard from Survivor” imitation. He was sitting very modestly, so I did not have my eyes averted. I don’t know how (I’m sure the beer had nothing to do with it) but somehow he lost his balance. The first thought that went through my head was how we were going to explain this dead naked man to the police when they got there. He somehow managed to hang onto the gazebo and the edge of the hot tub. Ever since then, I cannot quit laughing.
Is there ANY funnier sight than a naked man flailing all of his limbs trying desperately to save his neck?
A few years back there was a commercial on the air. A man, holding his pet cat, stroking it lightly turns toward the camera and asks, in a dead-serious voice “Is my cat’s urinary tract health important?”
I was watching this while sitting on the floor, my back to the sofa. I fell over laughing and spent the next 1/2 hour giggling to myself while several friends watched me, wondering if they needed to provide CPR.
Just about a year ago, I saw a short video clip of the Pope on this wheel-ed staircase. It’s only a couple of steps and has a rail on the top platform so the Pontif can be seen as he’s doing Mass in St. Peter’s I suppose. It’s pushed by two acolytes. Suddenly, into my mind sprung this image of the Pope saying, in a faux Italian voice “Okay boys, once more around the basilica” as he makes a sound like a motorbike with his lips and the two acolytes pushing for all they’re worth.
Wheeeeeew, Thank God. I was so afraid this story was going to end with a painful sentence like ‘So I instinctually grabbed at him as he was falling, but only managed to get a grip on his …’
I used to love the phrase “retro downgrade” or something like that.
My brother is still at the stage where looking at him weird sends him laughing so hard he can’t stand up.
A few weeks ago my mother farted in church . . . onthe upper level. We (brother and I) could nto contain ourselves for five minutes or so. Mother looked horrified.
I remember seeing something on an old Saturday Night Live Weekend Update (or it may have been The Daily Show, but probably not. Anyway, it’s not important)…the reporter said,
“Earlier this week, a Cartoon Network affiliate in {some small town} accidentally aired hardcore porn over an episode of The Flintstones. The footage was shown while the original soundtrack of The Flintstones was still playing. The station later apologized, and the children who saw the footage said that it was the BEST FLINTSTONES EPISODE EVER!”
Freyr, I have got to agree with you about that “urinary tract” commercial. Just remembering it sent me into a fit of the giggles. I still haven’t completely recovered.
A few weeks ago my mother farted in church . . . onthe upper level. We (brother and I) could nto contain ourselves for five minutes or so. Mother looked horrified.**
A friend of mine is a cantor at a Reformed Temple here in Austin. He invited the b/f and I to join him one Sat. morning. He was reading the story of Balaam and the talking donkey. Now my friend has a deep, bass voice for doing the story and was really doing a great job, 'til he got to the point where the donkey starts to speak.
Suddenly, he goes from his deep, rich bass voice to this high pitch nasal twang while still maintaining the rhythm and pattern of the story telling. It was like he was suddenly singing in an incredible falsetto voice.
I had to bite my finger, hard to not laugh during all of this. I think the others could tell what I was doing, but I didn’t interrupt things. I had tears streaming down my face as he continued the story.
