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every year at Christmas, my family goes to see "a Christmas carol" at the missouri repertory theater. this means now we all know every word of this play. we also know when it gets slow.

my dad and i sat next to each other this Christmas at the show. we get to the part where ebenezer and the ghost of Christmas present get to gnawing about "the masses" and it's all goosey and sentimental and we're getting shifty.

i whisper to him that all this part of the play needs is for the kc wolf (the mascot of the kansas city chiefs) to ride onto the stage on a 4x4 and side-tackle and orphan and taunt him. this starts the giggling fit.

my dad adds that, in addition, the clausen dill pickle mascot should appear on the stage bridge from above wearing a cape, aviation goggles, lace-up boots -- the whole nine -- then, in a moment of pregnant pause, jump flatly onto the stage face-first.

it gets to "o come all ye faithful" and dad and i are cracking up so hard, tears are running down our face. my mom was so mad she wouldn't talk to us the rest of the night.

reading the 1st and 4th post both made by miseryandthesun in the thread below.
He also had a real funny looking avatar..some fat kid with his mouth open. It really looked like the kid was saying it.

http://www.electrical.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=21229&highlight=bestiality

I think the post is more than a year old...during my days of lurking...

I was driving with my friend Kim and she has a habit of ashing in my car.

I smell smoke and look down and the floor of my car was on fire.

I was genuinely terrified but I calmly said:

"Hey. You, uh... you lit my car on fire, can you grab that?"

She started screaming and stomping it out and I poured some water on it. Unfortunate for my car, but we both thought the way I reacted to it was pretty hilarious in retrospect.

I was working at a friend's bookshop for a few days before christmas and one day a white dude came in wearing bandana with a feather stuck in it and this non-descript shit-brown garb. Total fucking hippie, right? He came right to the counter and ordered something antropological about (yes!) native Americans, like some Carlos Castaneda book, so I took an order form and asked for his name and he said (I'll translate this): "Robert Olde Beaver Creek."

I literally sank to the floor laughing. It was embarrasing. I later went through the phonebook and actually found the name in there.

Robert Olde Beaver Creek. Carlos Castaneda. So good.

trilonaut wrote:

Marsupialized wrote:I reject your Kerble! There's a difference between a laughing fit, which could be unexplainable and something happening or seeing something really funny and laughing at it.

laughing fits generally start with "something happening or seeing something really funny and laughing at it". rejection overruled.

I was at a Tortoise show once and nothing at all funny was happening, they were doing their boring cha cha shaker set...I was just sitting there staring at the wall and started cracking up hysterically, I would say harder than I have ever laughed at anything in my life. It lasted all night, we went to eat after and I was still laughing so uncontrollably I couldn't eat pancakes, and I still to this day can't explain why.

caix wrote:kerbling is lame. fascist at best. unless it's micro-kerbling, which makes more sense.

threads get kerbled on this board every day.
got a problem? tell it to kerble or one of the many other kerblers.

trilonaut wrote:

caix wrote:kerbling is lame. fascist at best. unless it's micro-kerbling, which makes more sense.

threads get kerbled on this board every day.
got a problem? tell it to kerble or one of the many other kerblers.

Didn't I just do that?

On the way to the store last night, I said, "The FUCK?" at someone who cut me off. My first-grader said it just as loud as I did, and with the same inflection, about four times while we were shopping. The lady who was making me a spare house key said, "My, my." We both laughed pretty good.

miseryandthesun wrote:I was driving with my friend Kim and she has a habit of ashing in my car.

I smell smoke and look down and the floor of my car was on fire.

I was genuinely terrified but I calmly said:

"Hey. You, uh... you lit my car on fire, can you grab that?"

She started screaming and stomping it out and I poured some water on it. Unfortunate for my car, but we both thought the way I reacted to it was pretty hilarious in retrospect.

You mean you didn't say, "We're going to die. Isn't that great?" and then wait for the stunned silence at your deliciously inscrutable joke?!

Can't remember.