When is the last time you?

Question

laughed your very hardest?

Answer 1

One of my answers from either you or sharky i believe. I laughed so hard. It was dumb too, but that 's because I am pathetic and tired. LOL Something about elephant poop and tripping over it. I laughed so hard. That's good and goofy. I like people who step outside of their box.

Answer 2

Two days ago -- and I'm overdue! One of the most valuable things I learned growing up was to find the humor in any situation (I'm kind of infamous for getting tickled at such solemn occasions as funerals!)
Laughter truly is the best medicine -- as the medical community is finally catching onto.
Not that I'm unnecessarily flippant -- I am very serious and respectful when I should be. But as far as I'm concerned, if you can't find something to laugh about every day, that's a very sad life.

Answer 3

About 3 months ago. a friend of mine fell sideways out of an armchair and sat straight up and was like " I'm OK." I laughed for like 20 minutes straight. I mean side-splitting, tear-jerking laughter. Man that was a good day.

Answer 4

Whenever I watch a Woody Allen film, I laugh out loud. When asked "why are there Nazis?", his father in the film replies:"how in the hell do I know . I can't even figure out how the toaster works."
I may have a few words wrong, but you get the idea.

Answer 5

When I say the film "The 40 Year Old Virgin"

I actually coughed up a lung!

Answer 6

Trinidad July 2004 I was home

Answer 7

When my of my drunken clown drinking buddies (I wasn't there at the time, or I wouldn't have been laughing) tried to do a backflip off the pool table and broke his leg. He's lucky it wasn't his neck...

Answer 8

Today...my sister and my mom and I tried to laugh some today. Mind you we have not laughed in several months so we tried to make up for it.

Answer 9

when I read this joke. LMAO and still laughing, LOL


Stun Gun

Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife. This was submitted
by a guy who purchased his lovely wife a "pocket Taser" for their
anniversary.

Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that
sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was
looking for a little something extra for my wife Toni. What I came
across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the
taser were suppose to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect
on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety....
WAY TOO COOL!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded
two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing!
I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND
pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue
arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.
Awesome!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn
spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that
it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right?!!!


There I sat in my recliner, my cat, Precious, looking on intently
(trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking
that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving
target. I must admit I thought about zapping Precious (for a fraction of a
second) and thought better o f it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was
going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger,
I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading
glasses perched deli cately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one
hand, taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst
would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was
supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a
three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the
ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds
would be wasting the batteries.

All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long,

less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and loaded with

two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries, thinking to myself, "no possible way!"

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.....

I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head ****** to one

side as to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second burst
from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.. I decided
to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the
prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER,

WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION@!@$$!%!@*!!!

I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me
up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and
over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal
position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire,
testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in
the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over
me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face,
undoubtedly thinking to herself, "Do it again, do it again!"

Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one
note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you
zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged
from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second
burst would be considered conservative.

SON-OF-A-.. that hurt like hell!!! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as

time was a relative thing at that point), collected my wits! (what little I
had left),

sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the

mantel of the fireplace. How did they up get there??? My triceps, right
thigh

and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up

with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my

testicles? I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return.

Still in shock,
Jerry

Answer 10

Before my coworker moved to another state, he was the greatest, always had me laughing and cracking up.