Kitten Awards from The Cat Fancier’s Association: the sixth best kitten makes me laugh every time I think about him. The fact that the kitten is called Starrpawz Gladiator just makes it funnier…
The 14th best kitten (I Luv Rock n’ Roll) is kinda amusing too.
You aren’t supposed to laugh in church (unless the minister has intentionally told a joke), right? Well, that’s where it still gets me, every time. If I’m at mass and someone farts, I’m a goner.
The reason why I still do this at 53 stems from something we used to do as kids: We’d find weird song titles in the hymnal and we’d write at the top of the page "Go to page 54, go to page 23, etc., until we’d finally get to the song we wanted the victim to see: It was called Hold The Fort, but we’d changed the second o to an a, of course.
In his later years, my father (may he rest in peace) was sometimes known to pass gas at the dinner table. He couldn’t help it, but neither could my brother and I keep from giggling like a couple of 6 year-olds. We were always careful never to make eye contact when that happened.
Quasi
At dinner with the in-laws, early in the relationship (when things were stil rocky, and her mother hadn’t really decided if I was suitable for her little angel), we were discussing an elderly relative who had just undergone an operation.
Mother-in-law: “Bert’s just had a hip replacement”
Other guest: “Oh… is he OK?”
Me (from out of nowhere, and unable to keep it inside): “Yeah - now he’s REALLY cool!”
This tourettes-like outburst would have been bad enough, but what made it was my cousin (-in-law) who laughed out loud, and sprayed the table, floor and guests with a mouthful of mashed potato, gravy and peas.
The relationship survived (just), but everytime we get to gether (when the mother-in-law isn’t around) we are always convulsed in fits of giggles about this incident.
I looked up the picture, and my first reaction was “My God – it’s an anime kitten!”. 
Bwah, hah, hah! You made me feel like I was eight years old again! (excuse me while I call my brother and get him good.)
Our variation:
Me: Hey, Paul guess what?
Him: What?
Me: You’re a dirt monster!
When I was growing up, there was always that point late at night (parties, slumbers, whatever) where giggle fits would hit, and the most innoccuous stuff would be hilarious. My friends and I always referred to that moment as the “1000 dead Sri Lankan Zone”, i.e. the point at which even 1000 dead Sri Lankans are hilarious. Now, whenever I think or read of Sri Lanka, I get the grins and giggles as I am pavlovianly reminded of all my past giggle fits.
A weird friend of mine always bust out laughing like a maniac when I told him the obese peppermint patty joke. Whenever we were at parties he’d make me tell the obese peppermint patty joke and laugh like a fooking loon while everybody else just kind of looked at us like we were from Mars. He even started pouring rum into chocolate milk so he could call his drink the obese peppermint patty.
I have no idea how that lame joke pushed his tickle button.
**GargoyleWB says… [b/]
I hit that point laughing at this thread… my co-workers think I’m insane, but it was well worth it.
Faulty Towers, soupus?
Surely you mean Fawlty Towers? Unless of course you were taking about the mere idea of a tower being out-of-order making you laugh.
Sorry to nitpick (well, I’m not really)…
Seeing people startle is hilarious. Every time, without fail. If something makes you jump, I will giggle. My favorite example of this (yes, my sister shares this predilection) was when I was visiting my sister and her family. My sister always drops my niece off at the mailbox so Aubrey can get the mail, and then pulls around into the garage. My sister always drives reeeeaaaallly sloooowly so that Aubrey can come in while the garage door is still open (they "race’).
Anyway, sister and I are in the car, Aubrey has gotten the mail and is running to beat the car into the garage, and sister honks the horn. Aubrey jumps about a mile in the air and the mail FLIES from her hands in all directions. We laughed so hard my stomach hurt for days.
My other is remembering when my cousin Casety, aged 8 at the time, first heard the term “poop deck.” His dad was talking about ships and mentioned something about the poop deck, and Casey said in this really unbelieving, delighted voice, “Poop deck?” And started giggling. Hilarious.
Mood busters always kill me. When I’m with a girl and everything seems like it’s straight out of a movie, the dark light, the sweet talk ect, then someone says something really loud from another room that completely destroys the mood. I’ll just bust out laughing, and it’ll really piss her off, but that just makes me laugh harder. Got pretty close to being thrown out of the room a few times.
This picture.
And by that token, let me add this picture
“Your momma” jokes absolutely slay me. The dumber the better.
Best one ever:
Me: “Oooh, you got a GPS reciever! Totally cool.”
Friend: [modestly] “It gets me where I wanna go.”
2nd Friend: “Yeah, to your momma’s house!”
