What is the funniest thing you have ever seen?
 

With all of the serious talk about politics, etc, etc, let's look on the lighter side of life!

I remember waiting for a train and seeing a woman completely abusing a man (verbally, with the bloke saying "leave me alone" etc, etc, walking away from her) and next thing I saw, was the same woman say, "I love you" and start kissing him like there was no tomorrow. And everybody sitting on the bench look straight over to where they where, and start laughing. And then the same woman start to abuse him again while he was trying to get away from her again (poor bloke), I still laugh when I think about it now.

Have you ever seen something that made you laugh, even years later?

Maybe don't include any names.. :p

Ad hoc is just the funniest part of life and as always, "you had to be there", sometimes.

Many years ago when Manuel Noriega became known as a dictator we had a short swarthy coworker who was a close twin.

In our lab we had data equipment which simulated data communications links and it had a speaker which we could turn up to listen to the training sequences. If data was running, it really was white noise.

At some random point someone turned up the speaker briefly and heard the white noise and they seemed to think it was more like a crowd cheer, so on a whim they said to that coworker, "Hey, do Noriega!"

The guy hopped up on a chair, acted like he was shouting in fake Spanish to some crowd. Upon a pause the person at the equipment turned up the speaker which made it sound like a supplicating crowd cheer and the guy waved his hands in a "You all love me!" dictatorial fashion. Pretty funny, one spectator thought it was hilarious and lost it, laughed till they cried and fell off their chair.

Stuff like that kills the remainder of the work day sometimes...

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More recently was a local church I drive by on their sign where they post versus and stuff,

"Sign is broken,
Please come inside."

personality disorders are not funny to me. Because they come from an abusive background in that persons life. But .. that is me.

witful thoughts carried out to make the other think or play off of their mind and how it works. that is another thing.

ie. piratical jokes, mind teasers. etc...

That's fine BW-userx, I respect your opinion and input but, that said, let's not make judgement about other people. As this thread is for people to share what they found funny (within LQ rules, of course), not to debate, what is or is not funny, thank you.

that was not an argument nor was it written to set up as an argument.

I did not even state it was wrong for him to find it funny.

If I'd of said that then what am I doing?

All I stated was my option in what I found funny and what I did not find funny.

If one can express one then why not the other?

SO now I am finding it really hard where you got that idea what I made a judgment of someone in what they found funny, and , or was trying to start an argument?

because no where within my post is there such a judgment coming out of me to reflect what you are trying to imply about me.

as far as you telling me not to make judgments on another .. what did you just do to me in this post to me?

Is this you trying to start an argument with me?

Because I am done posting in here. I've already expressed my option on this topic.

Just like everyone else ?


as far as what is and what is not .. that is the only thing you are right about .. I stand corrected in only that. because that is all I did.

Monty Python.
Time is an illusion. Lunchtime, doubly so.
Zaphod Beeblebrox.

but you asked about Real Life (tm) i guess, so...

the fact that adult's and children's behavior & character are almost always 99.9% interchangeable.

Monty Python Oh now we're stalking..

that movie where that one dude is trying to stop the other dude and he cuts off his arm, then that dude goes.. come on I still got one arm left... so he cuts that arm off, then he goes I still got two good legs so he cuts them off and he still does not give up...

that is perseverance and funny.

I was riding shotgun (hitchhiker) in a station wagon out of Vail, or Grand Junction, Colorado
I nodded off. I woke up to this kerchunka-chunka-chunka and I look past the driver and his window and
one of his tires rolled past my view while the car came to a halt.

He looked at me, (I just woke up) like "WTF?" and all I could say was "Don't look at me".
It was like a 10 mile grade.

Spent the night in the cold, and the very next ride I hitched got me to the front door in San Diego.
Left Minnesota on Wed, and hit San Diego on late Sat.Sun.

a guy and his thumb. Circa 1980

On the freeway, passing a well known speed trap, seeing two cops trying to get their ca$hcam car out of a bog (this was before speed based revenue raising was privatised).

fido_dogstoyevsky's post reminded me of this. I did not see it, but the story still makes me smile.

When he was in school, my brother had a summer job working for the local sergeant of the Va. state troopers. He owned a farm and my brother worked it for him.

Brother had been down the road to a town about 10 miles south of us one day in my father's yellow VW beetle and had seen his boss setting up a speed trap at a popular location (a line of trees screened a field road from north-bound traffic). This was a four-lane divided, non-limited access highway in very rural Virginia in the time before mobile radar.

Now, both my brother and I have always liked to drive at a steady speed. Coming back up the road, he passed a slower driver, who promptly passed him and then slowed down. This happened several more times, and my brother hatched his devious revenge.

As they neared the speed trap, my brother passed this dude, then, when dude tried to pass him back, he sped up to pace the passer. He told me they were going about 75 in a 60 when my brother backed off so that he was going 60 by the time he hit the speed strap.

A few miles up the road, he saw his trooper-boss on the side of the road writing passing boy a ticket (in Virginia at that time, 15 mph over was "reckless driving") as passing boy was jumping up and down pointing at the little yellow VW.

The trooper turned, saw my brother, and gave him a big smile and a wave . . .

Two stories from the Wild East, late 1990s. Incidentally they both happened in Romania.

One

We were stopped by the police for "speeding" inside city limits. This was particularly laughable because we were driving a 30 year old mobile home. Anyhow, they showed us a dimestore calculator with some arbitrary number typed in, as "proof" for our "speeding". I must say, at that time it wasn't very funny, we felt intimidated and compelled to pay the "fine". But afterwards, this has always made me chuckle.
Used to be a common occurence in the whole eastern block back then, i know similar stories from fake public transport ticket inspectors etc., they don't even bother to make it look real, all that counts is the intimidation.

Two

Meanwhile I'd spent 3 summer months in Greece. On the way back, hitching a ride with a truck driver, on the Bulgarian/Romanian border, Romanian side. So we were coming in.
First of all I must say that the border Police/Militia/whatever were really fierce black-eyed guys with hard stares, stiff uniforms, and these oversized caps.
Had to show my passport to one of them. He looked at it, then at me, at the passport, at me, a puzzled look on his face. Now that already made me chuckle inside, because I happen to know what my passport picture looked like (some sort of punk close to the final stages of alcoholic poisoning. not that i'd been, but that's what it looked like) and what I actually looked like: a long-haired, almost bearded and well-tanned hippie.
He said "It no funny! It no joke!" - well that didn't exactly help with NOT laughing - and brought in 2 more collaegues, and for a long while I looked at this assembly of large peaked caps, centered around my passport, looking up at me, looking down at the passport... by that time I was definitely failing to hold back laughter.

I was living in a boarding house some years ago now, and I jokingly said to another guy living there, let's type up a fake letter from the landlord, saying the place is going to be demolished. The only problem, the other guy was serious about it, anyway....

We typed up this "fake letter" from the landlord, saying something to that effect and him and another guy handed it, to another tenant living there, who believed it and told everyone else, that the place was going to be knocked down.

One of the other tenants living there apparently rung up the landlord, saying something to the effect of "what's this about the place being demolished?", the poor landlord was obversely confused to say the least, about this. The same "victim" of this joke also, told another tenant (who was not in on the joke) and this other tenant apparently started to cry (I was told by someone who was there, at the time), saying something to the effect of "I've got nowhere else to go, etc, etc". Thankfully this poor bloke was told it was a joke.

But the really funny part of this 'out of control' joke was that, when the landlord come around, for an inspection, the "victim" of this joke confronted him (I did wait there, in the hope's of seeing it for myself, but had to go out, beforehand), with obversely the poor landlord having to deny the whole thing. Still makes me laugh today (and now, as I'm writing this)!

Maybe I should have said this, in my first post, to start this thread off... :p

When I was in my early teens, my family where taking sailors off the US navy ships, visiting WA, for trail rides through the Australian bush...

Most times we had city sailors that had never been on a horse let alone been in Australia...

Most would tell us they could ride, so we put them on an old stock horse, if he did as they wanted, they could ride, but that was rare, mostly he went and had a feed of grass while they tried everything to get him moving...

Anyway, I use tell stories about killer kangaroos, drop bears, hoop snakes, whip snakes and anything else to scare the crap out of the sailors... Most black sailors turned white out bush and the white sailors turned black...

Funniest thing was when a mob of roos came across our path and about 8 sailors jumped off and ran into the bush, the opposite direction... I nearly fell off my horse laughing...

Last laugh was on me, MUM came over and gave me wack across the backside and told me to "stop scaring the poor yanks, you know they dont have the ability to know right from wrong"...

And this is the woman that used a cattle prodder to make one of her workers move faster than a snail...

Sturgis Biker Run. Campsite is downhill from paved road. Storm from hell comes in. After the rain is over.

I tell my friends to gather round and wait for the riders coming back from town. Because I have ESP telling me this is gonna be fun to watch.

They come down the hill a slipping and a sliding . We break out some 12 pack cardboard and magic marker 1 through 10 on cardboard to rate the crashes. Beer is flowing copiously and weed is being smoked.

Funniest episode. Dude rides down on his battle wagon full dresser motorcycle. His passenger is a girl with a cast on her leg and crutches.
Seems they have dropped the bike before. He dumps here in the mud and makes a elaborate crash and we all give him a 10.

Then she gets up all muddy. Starts beating on him on the head and body with her crutches. Cussing and screaming at him while bruising and knotting him up. I yell out. " I'd give ya a hand but I can't find my camera!"


Other true tale. Me and my wife are in the dating stage of our relationship. We have just left a bro of mine bar after lot's of Tequila, Lime, salt, and good times dancing. Beer to chase down the Tequila.

I'm doing 90 mph down Montana Ave in Elpaso and a cop car is chasing me.

I tell my future wife to keep her mouth shut and I will handle this. I pull over into a parking lot. Jump off my chopper. Squat down by the back wheel. Touch my rear disk brake. Start acting like I just grabbed a red hot cast iron frying pan off the stove.

The cops pull up.
Them: "Do you know how fast you were going? Drivers license. Insurance and registration please."

Me: I hand over my papers. I tell em. " My back brake locked up and I was trying to break it loose. Here, touch it."

Them: One of the officers bends over and touches it. Draws back real quick as it burns his fingertips.

Me; "See?" I say.

He turns to his partner and tells him , " Let him go ".

We go on our merry way. Brakes get real hot when locking them up when pulling over for the cops doing 90 mph.

I have to go to Australia someday! :D

Sounds like they great fun! But I hope they like the faux Aussie accents me and my friends jibber a lot in fun.