Was the cat ok?
I like cats.
Was the cat ok?
I like cats.
Forgot to add:
Maybe they were standing in formation.
What they need to do, Sublight, is get that man in a bowling league right away!!
Just remembered another one:
One of my old coworkers was an old lady who weighed about 90-95 pounds. One time she broke her ankle doing yardwork. We asked how that was possible and she told us that when she turned on the leaf blower, it blew her right off the front porch.
I wasn’t the only one laughing and thankfully she was cool about it. But still, I guess we shouldn’t have just started laughing right in front of her.
I just scared 4 cats out of the office laughing at that one! I couldn’t help it - I glad I didn’t have a mouthful of coffee!
Glad to see that I wasn’t the only one having problems with that ad. It got really painful when the ad would come on in public. I’d be standing in a store trying not to laugh at a domestic violence ad.
A couple of years back, a seagull got hit by a car. After a while, the gull got smashed flat except for one wing that would flap up every time a car drove past it. It looked like the gull/pancake was waving.
“Skrawk. Welcome to Petoskey.”
Just recently, a man in Japan dodged out of the way of a passing cat, into a line of preschoolers. He hit ALL of them–over twenty–and their supervisor. The headline was something like “Man runs over 28 children, one adult,” and I couldn’t stop laughing. Luckily for my conscience, nobody was killed.
At an MUN conference, two members of my delegation discuss one of the girls from West Point who ships out in a year, and whether or not one member should pursue her.
“Fact: Sunny is a fine looking woman.”
“This is true.”
“Fact: Sunny is the kind of girl you can take home to mom.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“Fact: Sunny has the hots for you.”
“I guess so, if her friend is to be believed.”
“Fact: Sunny will be dead in a year.”
“…”
I really shouldn’t have laughed as hard as I did.
It was 36, and we just had about 7 posts discussing it.
From classmates:
One girl broke her leg while dancing. Not because she fell or anything, it just snapped. Apparently she wasn’t a ‘petite’ woman, and the combination of the weight and dancing was just too much for one of her legbones (tibia? fibia??? meh).
The song? Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “Baby Got Back”
A guy in my class managed to get in to a car accident.
I think this will sum it up well:
Bad: T-boning another car. Badder: The other car was a hearse. Baddest: The hearse was leading a funeral precession.
Apparently the priest got out, looked at the damage, and said “Well, at least you didn’t kill anyone.”
Yeah, the teachers usually have them walk in a long line. Reading the article, I had a flashback to the original Grand Theft Auto game:
GOURANGA!
I have an “I probably shouldn’t’ve SAID that” from yesterday…
I’m talking with several engineers, whom I work for (sort of). One asks me to call a customer as a favor to him. One of the other engineers says, “Oooooh, you’re gonna owe her big.” I said, “Yeah, I don’t like kids or I’d tell you that you owed me me your firstborn or something.”
Third one says, “You don’t like kids?”
I come back with, “Well, OK, sure, properly roasted with potatoes and carrots they’re GREAT, but…”
Engineers:
:eek: :eek: :eek:
(Short explanation, that I was going to give THEM: while I do like to be around kids, I really can’t deal with them for a very long time, so as long as I can give them back to their parents when we’re done having fun, everything’s OK. Keeping one would be a problem, however.)
:eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
Oh my god.
These are, verbatim, my words when someone goes into “But you have four little brothers! You’re a scout leader! Whaddya mean you don’t want kids?” mode.
I am in shock.
:eek:
Yes! I thought of that as soon as I opened this thread. I loved that Jane was the one who cracked up even though she wasn’t even in on the giggle loop.
Which brings to mind my story. Last spring semester there were flyers and bookmarks going around advising us to do all we could to stop seal-clubbing, complete with picture of a man holding a baseball bat above his head, posed and poised to rain destruction upon a helpless-looking seal. One of my friends got a hold of one of these bookmarks and went around the Student Center, approaching people and saying, “Excuse me, I’d like to take a minute of your time to talk about the tragedy that is Canadian baseball.” He’d show them the picture and they would be horrified, then I’d chime in with “You know what the worst part is? Each batter gets nine outs!” and my friend and I would burst out laughing.
The Katrina one reminds me. I always seem to find New Orleans travel guides and sweepstakes promising vacations to several locations including New Orleans in supermarkets and stores, and it never fails to crack me up. I always pick up the travel guide/sweepstakes app and turn to whoever I’m with and say “Hey, look, we could win a trip to New Orleans!”
I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who thought of this!
I heard on the news a couple of years ago this lady died having fallen into a ravine. Right after asking her husband to stop the car so she could pee.
Pen… Hilarity ensued.
I almost snorfed pie!
I am still laughing at these! I, too, am a bad person!
I was at a funeral last week, very sad, the young (25) daughter of a friend had died, but as soon as the reverend began I had to bite my lip so as not to laugh. His delivery reminded me so much of SNL’s church lady. Thankfully, the impulse passed before I disgraced myself.
My husband now thinks I’m a horrible person for laughing at the Japanese preschoolers being run down. I tried to explain that it was more the wording of the headline, and that no one died, but he was unimpressed.
I too thought of the Giggle Loop while reading.
My own was also at a funeral. My mother and I (both of us ex-Catholic atheists) were at her mother’s funeral. The priest tried to spin things nicely, but my grandma had a pretty sucky life, truth to tell. So it was pretty hard for us to keep it together when he dramatically invoked, “Oh Lord, whose mercy is beyond all understanding . . .” We glanced at each other, as if to confirm we’d just heard that wording correctly, and wound up sitting with our shoulders shaking, stifling ourselves, and knowing it was all the worse that we were both set off, drawing even more attention.
I really, really, really should NOT have laughed at this.
My Chemistry teacher told me that he was absent the day before to attend an Assistant Principal’s funeral. It turns out that the AP’s mother died, and while walking to the funeral home where his mother lay, he got hit by a car and died on the spot.
That part had me almost crying from holding the laughter in. The irony was delicious. Thanks to that day, I won the dubious distinction of “Sickest Bastard of Junior Year” by several people.