Have You Ever Almost Died Laughing?
<div class="IPBDescription">not really, but..like it was that funny?</div> i was playing TS kung fu only, and i saw someone take a brutal kick to the face or chest, killing him.
and he said into the microphone <i>JUST</i> like milhouse "<i>ohhh, my glasses..</i>"
i almost died..
i swear to god it was so funny and the delivery was so great.
and yet, whenever i tell someone they're like, "heh... ok."
there have been a few other things i've done in my life that are only funny to you and whoever's there, and the comedy can never be resurrected again.
i hate it. i'm usually a pretty funny guy if you've noticed..
[slicks back his hair]
[has no hair]
but i want to replicate those lethally hilarious situations for others, and it simply can't be done.
poo.
and he said into the microphone <i>JUST</i> like milhouse "<i>ohhh, my glasses..</i>"
i almost died..
i swear to god it was so funny and the delivery was so great.
and yet, whenever i tell someone they're like, "heh... ok."
there have been a few other things i've done in my life that are only funny to you and whoever's there, and the comedy can never be resurrected again.
i hate it. i'm usually a pretty funny guy if you've noticed..
[slicks back his hair]
[has no hair]
but i want to replicate those lethally hilarious situations for others, and it simply can't be done.
poo.
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Don't even bother trying to tell someone something that was funny when someone said it. They have to be experienced by yourself. For example, once on some server in NS I heard an comment that I have remembered ever since (not scorpian or lork). Bad thing is that I'm the only one that thinks it's funny <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo-->
Like when you try to explain something from T.V, often it's how the character/comedian/whoever said it as much as what was said.
And the joke wasn't even funny, but I won't say it because it might be inapropriate
"As God as my witness, I didn't know tofu turkeys could explode."
It was a insult to some game company.
The comic was a 3 panle one.
First pic was a guy beating a dead horse
The next was a pic of a guy trying to bleed a rock
The third was a comment about the well being dry!
Please try to post it if you know it!
LOL
[edit] <a href='http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2002-12-13&res=l' target='_blank'>This is the one!</a>
Actually there were two of them. One was this guy walking on the beach looking behind and then tripped over the string which attaches a tent with its post and landed on some lady sunbathing.
The other was a penguin waddling across the ice and manages to step on some thin ice, loses his balance, and slams head first into the water.
I burst into tears. It seems sort of stupid now that I think about it. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
now <i>that</i>, mister evil, is universally fatal. i thought my kidneys were rupturing.
So the other guy goes, "That's it, Zorro, you're goin' DOWN!"
He pulls out a pen, and draws a giant Z on the paper (super thick!), and it was so hard, it printed through to the next 5 pages. It was on his homework, too, it was great.
So, the next day, we were talking, and I drew another Z that wasn't quite as thick, but it was enough to print through to the next 2 pages. Then I stole his eraser, and when I threw it back, I drew another Z comparable to the guy with the horror movie shirt. Anyways, he was on like problem 5, because he had to keep erasing, and by the end of the class he was on 15 and I was finished (45). So I lined up my notes and my paper, and said, "Zorro, I'm just too good--" and then, he stole the paper, and tried to draw a huge Z on it.
The pencil broke as he made 1/4th of the first line.
It was hilarious, I couldn't stop laughing (luckily I can laugh with no sound or else I'd have to go out of the room), and my work wasn't even ruined, he had made less than 2 lines on the paper, about 1 inch thick, it was great.
Hmm... might "get" that... ~_^
that the one where his solution to gun crime is charge $20,000 per bullet?
' i would kill yo ****! but i cant afford it!'
hell, i still have a near death experience every time i watch them...
"I stepped on a dead monkey and I threw up all over myself."
This actually happend to a person I know: he's the only person to get off at the one bus stop, and :crunch: :puke:.
Oh, and <a href='http://www.wrenchfarm.com/archiveview.php?comic=2' target='_blank'>this.</a>
I team up with this guy and we make a pretty decent balloon, though it was ugly as sin. Yellow, brown, bleh. At the last second, we decided to christen it. After much fighting we settled on the <b>Crash and Burn Bananamobile</b>. (Cue forboding music)
So we go into our cafeteria (and this ceiling is HUGE) and our teacher sets up an O torch into a mount, lights it, and puts some sort of 'funnel' over it (so the flame wasn't directly blowing into the balloon).
Group A goes, decent results. Group B, they got the ceiling. Group C, so-so.
Then it's our turn. We set up over this burner and are holding each side. "On the count of three, Wendell... one... two... three!" I let go. He lets go. The balloon drops like a rock into the flame.
Instead of a lesson in pressure and temperature, we take a dynamic turn and are now in a lesson about the sheer combustability of vast amounts of paper when applied to bare flame. Now there's this 12 foot pillar of flame melting a cafeteria table. Our teacher grabs the whole conflaguration and whips it onto the ground (This is the part where I began laughing so hard I cried... remember the name we gave that thing) and begins stomping it out. The bottle of oxygen goes flying off and begins melting a four inch long and one inch deep gash in the tile.
So here's our teacher trying to stomp out this bonfire we made. Next thing I know, his PANTS are on fire, and instead of burning the cafeteria table, the linolum floor is faring MUCH worse for wear, turning black and curling.
After a few seconds, with both the inferno and his pants extinguished, and the oxygen located, came the final blow.
It's raining ash like it's a nuclear winter. The entire cafeteria had this fine mist of ash floating around the rest of the day, the ceiling tiles were stained, the table was ruined, the floor was burned to a crisp...
I couldn't breath I was laughing so hard. I had literally collapsed and was seeing stars trying to breathe.
My god I can barely finish writing this...
So later, we're talking to the teacher... he gave us extra credit because technically, the carbonized bits and pieces of our balloon did touch the ceiling.
(I think we would've pulled the fire alarm if it didn't mean we had to evacuate and miss the whole aftermath)
and Mullet, I had a similar experience a long long time ago... I was in like 7th grade and had gotten like no sleep the night before, or my blood sugar was low or something... and my latin teacher was telling me to read something out of the textbook, and I was like, "I can't," and he's like, "what do you mean, you can't," and I say, drearily, in a slur, "I dunno, my eyes is screwy." Then the whole class cracked up.
Two weeks into the semester mine's gone. I originally (honestly!) was going to buy a new one, but I never got around to that.
I didn't do a single page of homework in that class.
Eventually the teacher got around to skipping my desk entirely on homework collection, she's just walk right past.
Then one day was the final straw: She literally came up to my desk and said:
"Dave, in the name of all that is holy, is there any chance, whatsoever, that you'll ever do any homework in my class?"
I just looked at her and said, "Nope."
All I did in that class was goof off with my friend and teach each other dirty phrases in Spanish. And guess what? Second semester... same classroom, same hour, same teacher, with my friend again. She almost broke down and cried when we walked in that door.
(PS: I passed with a B)
Also harry hill "What do you do when you start an archelogical dig?" (Clip of a man with a pickaxe and a duck blocking half of the camera) "Bludgeon a duck's head in!!"
yeah i know its a TAD wierd, but you will get over it in a tad.