Belly Laughs.......
 

....they're the best!

Kelly and I rolled (literally...I fell off the couch!!) the other night when we watched Blind Justice the craptastic new cop show starring Ron Eldard. He's "not a blind cop," he's a homicide detective. The very first time we saw the ad last month....before the loooong ad was over, I said, "I wonder what it'll be called? Blind Justice?" And it was. So we plan to watch it and just freaking laugh our asses off. It worked for the premiere.....we just laughed so. damn. hard.

Then just now....Kelly's watching the news and a poodle got hit by a car....and they showed it. The dog is fine. But for whatever reason, we just freaking BUSTED laughing....we're dying cracking up.

What inappropriate things (besides the Wondering thread) have caused you to have a good old-fashioned belly laugh???

Once when I was with my ex, I started laughing when he tripped in fell in the grocery store. He was just walking along and then flop face down on the ground! Like he tripped over his own feet or something. It wasn't even funny but for some reason I just got the giggles! He was so PISSED! Which made it even funnier. He practically dragged me out of the store and by the time we got into the car I couldn't laugh anymore it hurt so much.

It's so weird that something like that can make you laugh when it was so inappropriate! I apologized a lot for that one. No wonder we broke up!! LOL!!

Claire, I just watched a video of a poodle crossing a busy freeway- was that the one you were laughing at? It reminded me of the Seinfeld 'Frogger' episode.:D

Well, there's this....


I'll never forget it as long as I live. It was 1986, or maybe 1987, I don't really remember.

Dad and I, living the sweet bachelor life, were eating tv dinners and watching the local evening news when all hell broke loose. An unfortunate asian fellow named Harry Dong was bludgeoned to death by a hammer wielding maniac in the men's bathroom at the UC Davis Medical Center. WHAT?!?!?! Not exactly positive we heard that right, we change the channel to another newscast just to make sure. Yep, a Harry Dong was killed in the men's restroom at the UC Davis Med Center. Dear Lord, that's terrible! So why are me and dad rolling around the living room laughing our asses off? 'Cause we're sick, that's why.

The rest of our evening was spent going from channel to channel just to watch the reporters faces as they gave the victim's name to a horrified public. Every mention of Harry Dong brought fresh gales of laughter from the peanut gallery. If I ever end up in hell, I'll know it's because of our disgusting behaviour that day.

I really, really wish my story ended there but it doesn't. The next morning dad and I literally raced out the front door to get a newspaper. Both of us dying to be the first one to see the name "Harry Dong" in print. Of course, the paper brought on another round of schoolgirl giggly semi-hysteria from this two man, hell-bound family. For weeks (years?) after, one of us would say "Did you hear that Harry Dong died in the men's room?" and the belly laughs would start all over again.

There. Now you know my shame. I suddenly feel the need for a shower.

LOL!

I wonder if, back in Grade School World Geography, Sac ever got past Lake Titicaca :D

Forget grade school, sleepy, Lake Titicaca has me giggling right now. :D

"Lake Titicaca, oh Lake Titicaca
It's between Bolivia and Peru
Lake Titicaca, oh Lake Titicaca
With waters tranquil and blue.
Oh Lake Titicaca, yes Lake Titicaca
Why do we sing of its fame?
Lake Titicaca, yes Lake Titicaca
'Cause we really like saying its name!
Titicaca!"
Animaniacs

A Fart Story
 

When I was pregnant with Courtney, I craved food....lots of spicy food, to be precise. Especially spicy barbecue ribs and Mexican food.

One day in particular, I went out for Mexican with some friends in the afternoon, and later that night, Kelly and I went out for all-you-can-eat ribs for dinner. The craving part of my brain was in heaven, but the rest of me was HATING it. My abdomen was one solid mass of hurt.

After dinner, we stopped by Target to get some stuff for our new apartment. We were looking at some framed prints, when I released the most noxious fumes ever released into the earth's atmosphere. There was another couple standing near us, and as they stumbled away gasping for air, I loudly said, "Jeesh. Thanks for stopping by!!" Then we bolted....also...gasping. And laughing. We were laughing SO hard. My husband was like, "God, what a couple of assholes! I can't believe that smell!" I was like, "Uh, yeah. Buttheads!"

On to the next store. My husband keeps yelling, "Thanks for stopping by!" to perfect strangers, and grumbling about what those idiots must have eaten in order to make such a profane odor. I was feeling like I'd just gotten away with murder.

And then when I was alone on an aisle Z....I could feel my stomach move and groove and then DAMN that smell left my body again. I started laughing again....all by myself. And quickly left the aisle.

A few minutes go by....my husband remembered he needed something on aisle Z and I turned beet red, then relaxed, thinking there was NO WAY that smell could still be there. My husband returned from aisle Z, his eyebrows burnt off, his nose watering....and was able to sputter the words....."Thanks for stopping by!"

We literally couldn't walk, we were laughing SO HARD. I think we left without actually purchasing anything.

Eleven years later and anytime either of us hears or says, "Thanks for stopping by!" we laugh like stupid lunatics.

And that was the last time I ever farted.

There, right there that story was my most recent belly laugh!!! :)