This could fit in several forums (fora ?) but since it is a bit game like and to raise a smile I’ve put it in MPSIMS.
Remember something that made you laugh your head off, giggle like a mad person, lose it completely.
Post a short message explaining it. Choose something that others can relate to, or have possibly seen or read themselves. This will hopefully generate a list of feel good moments to raise a giggle or two.
I was listening to my voice mail once, and then made it to this message (name’s are changed, but aside from that, this is word for word)
Mr. Guy: Hi there Miss Magayuk, this is ah Mr. Guy from XYZ Middle School. We had talked earlier about ah having you come in to do a dog sled demonstration for our junior classes. I am thinking some time in the next two weeks would ah work out for the best, I will confirm with our principal (pause) Actually, here is Mr. Principal now (muffled voice in the background “Who is it?” “It’s Miss Magayuk, I was just going to let her know when to come in with the dogs”)
Mr. Principal: Hi Miss, listen we like do to these types of things in the beginning of the week, seems that’s when the kids will pay attention, ha. What do you think about a week Monday? (pause) Hello? Miss? (pause) Miss Magayuk? Hello? Look, what are you doing? Are you still there? (muffled voice in the background"It’s her voicemail")
Mr Principal: Well fuck. :click:
Ok, so, my friends and I went to see the Matrix sequel. And there’s this part where one character says to another, “In order to truly know someone, you must fight them.” I leaned over to my best friend and whispered, “I am so kicking your ass later tonight.” We’re still laughing on that one three weeks later.
And in Finding Nemo, the part where the crab goes all Daniel-san on the seagulls. I’d been laughing through most of the movie, but that’s the part that made me just lose it completely. Because I was laughing so hard, and then I started laughing at how hard I was laughing, and the vicious cycle continued until I lost my breath.
Magayuk, this story could be improved only if you have absolutely nothing to do with dogsledding.
I completely lost it at the end of an episode of Mad About You in which Lisa and Jamie accidentally switched purses. Throughout the episode, Lisa gets progressively more organized and Jamie falls more and more apart all because of the equipment discrepancy. Finally, Paul’s rooting around in Jamie’s (that is, Lisa’s) bag and finds an electric razor. Goes off camera with it just as Lisa rushes in. L to Jamie: “What’s Paul doing with my stun gun?” There’s a ZZZZZZZTT and a thud. I was totally undone by this.
That Citibank card commercial where the treadmill works sporadically, knocking the guy on his butt, racking his package and flinging him off the back where a bookshelf falls on him.
The part in ‘Black Books’ when Bernard (drunken Irish book shop owner) is trying to file his tax. He reads out the question “What is your mother’s maiden name?”. He thinks for a minute then says “Maiden name? I only knew her as MA”
He scribbles MA across the form in huge letters and then adds POSSIBLY DECEASED.
It was a horrendous movie, and I feel terribly embarassed for laughing so much I started crying and couldn’t breathe. But that scene in Bruce Almighty… …where Carrey uses his God-like powers at the news station to ruin his rival’s (Evan Baxter’s) news presentation, making him mumble all this crap. The fact that such a stoic character pulled off a typical Jim Carrey stunt so well, it just gave me the cramps.
I was at a taiko festival, not the boisterous outdoor sort, but a serious indoor-in-a-theater sort. A shakuhachi (giant flute) player came out to play. His music was beautiful…but the way he moved his head made it look like his neck had snapped, and he was using the flute as a marionette-stick to flip his own head around. It was all the worse because once I started laughing, I knew I shouldn’t be, but that only made me laugh more.
As I was walking to class about 10 years ago in college, I wasn’t watching my footing and nearly fell on my ass when I slipped on something. I turned around to see what it was that tripped me up.
It was a banana peel!
I slipped on an honest-to-God banana peel! I felt like such a cartoon character and about dies laughing from the absurdity of it.
Max Carnage, that is great! Absolutely hillarious.
My senior year in high school, one of my friend’s parents were remodeling the kitchen, so they had a whole lot of scrap wood (broken cabinets and the like) to be disposed of. They had stuff to do, so we were going to take care of it. We load up the Suburban and head out, but realize we’re kind of hungry, so stop at the mall to get some food. When we’re there, we see two other guys we know, and we formulate a plan…
Before I get into the story, you need to know about the two main player’s sizes. “S” is 5’6" 140lbs, exercise consists of watching TV; “J” is 6’5" 205lbs played football and wrestled, going to county. J gets a huge double armload of the wood and starts walking through the mall. About 30 seconds later, S comes chasing after him waving a piece like a club screaming “Give me back my goddam wood!” Now J starts running, losing wood all over the place, tries to jump a planter, catches his foot on it, stumbles, crashes into a pillar, loses the rest of the wood and takes off running for dear life. S eventually catches up to him and hits him a few times with the wood, then we all leave and drop off the wood in a parking lot, but that’s a different story.
Right after breaking up with one of the great loves of my life (we had been together for five years) I was driving home in heavy traffic from my work at Intel and saw this bumpersticker:
If you truly love something, set it free.
If it doesn’t come back …
HUNT IT DOWN AND KILL IT!
I simultaneously just about wet myself while nearly losing control of my vehicle too. It still gets a smile from me to this day.
this one probably only works if you’re reasonably familiar with the better-known poems of Robert Frost. anyway …
hubby and i are sitting at kitchen table in post-repast mode. one of our cats apparently decided it was time for an attack of the evening Cat Crazies, and came thundering down the hallway, into the kitchen, around the turn past the eating nook and straight on into the family room, with sound effects that would have worked nicely for a horse stampede scene all the while.
my husband turned to me, after watching the mini-parade zoom by, and said perfectly straight-faced: “The fog comes in on what, now?”
at which time we both just about rolled out of our chairs while we howled with laughter. (still get the giggles whenever we bring it up again.)
The scene in “The Money Pit” where the bathtub crashes through the floor, and Tom Hanks goes into a looooong, hysterical gale of braying laughter. He can’t control himself, and Shelley Long is looking at him like she realizes he is completely cracking up. And he is.
I have seen that movie over two hundred times, and every single solitary time that part rolls around, I end up screamlaughing like it’s the first time I’ve ever seen it.
If you’ve never seen it, rent it if for only that one scene, although the whole movie is a laugh-fest, as well.
Last year, I was at this drag show. Lots of really beautiful drag queens, dressed up to the nines, lip-synching to various Celine Dion oeuvres. Then the announcer comes out and, well, announces that there will be a special guest tonight, since one of the regular performers can’t attend.
Out comes this little “lady” dressed in a strange black wig and a blue costume that looks like a thousand “My Little Ponies” have died and their manes have been attached to a sack.
She stands perfectly still. Suddenly, the music starts, she jumps like somebody shocked her with the aforementioned stun gun and starts to shake like she’s having a seizure. Jumps off the stage, wiggling like an eel was clambering through her dress. The blue Little Pony Manes are whirling. Everybody sits there, slack jawed, while she’s wiggling her way through the room, still moving like somebody was fast forwarding a dance movie.
Me and my friends were sitting there, howling. Inwardly. Didn’t want to offend anyone. But tears were streaming down my face, I was choking so hard.
When the second part of the show rolled around and everybody was reprising their Celine Dion act, we were only waiting for her, but alas, she had disappeared. Maybe she was fast-forwarding out the club, down the street, into the sunset