Stuff we all know that we "are not supposed to laugh about" but always do anyway....

[string_bean00]

I still feel guilty for laughing about this, but I literally couldn't help myself.

Years ago, our local service station had a mechanic who was, to say the least, morbidly obese...maybe 5'6", and every bit of 500+ lbs. His name was Ed, but everyone "affectionately" referred to him as "pork chop."

Anyhow, I'd stopped by there one day for something, I don't remember what it was. Anyhow, Ed (who was not known for keeping a tidy workshop) was pacing about the shop is a somewhat frantic manner, why I don't remember. What I DO remember was the fact that he was NOT in a particularly good mood that day. What was about to happen certainly didn't help matters much.

Anyhow, there was a puddle of oil on the floor that he'd obviously neglected to clean up, and sure enough, as he went waddling across the shop...he slipped and fell....but this was no ORDINARY "slip and fall" episode mind you, part of this event unfolded in (from my point of view anyhow) perfect cinematic slo-motion

I watched in horror as he approached the puddle of oil, and just as I was about to warn him of his impending disaster, his pudgy little foot landed smack-dab in the middle of it. I'm pretty sure what happened next defied all known laws of physics, as this apple of a man actually flew into the air! As his rotund self rose skyward, his stubby little legs began flailing madly and he actually flapped his arms as though he was attempting to fly! It's still hard to believe all this took place in what I'm sure was only a split-second, but for he and I both, it seemed like an eternity.

The slow-motion part came about as he began his descent back to the shop floor. He landed squarely on his well-padded derrieer and actually BOUNCED at least once before coming to a halt.

He picked himself up off the floor cussing like Yosemitie Sam, and at first I was concerned that given his extreme size that he'd hurt himself. Once I realized he was OK (although thoroughly aggrivated), the comedy of what had just unfolded before my eyes hit me, and I had to walk outside and hide my laughter. What had just happened seemed as though it was straight from some lost "Abbot and Costello" routine.

Lou would've been proud

I liked how he tried to fly.

 

[WODIN]

Genocides always crack me up.

 

[tuc biscuit]

Oh yeah, pissing in a wine bottle and watching someone drink it is always good for a laugh.

 

[BileStew]

Genocides always crack me up.

LMAO!!

 

[Seashell]

I also love it when people get crunched in the elevator doors. Where I last lived there was a really rough set of doors, pretty much adjusted your spine before they re-opened. It was always funny when someone got roughed up on the way in. And it's hard to be sneaky about laughing when you're IN the elevator with them..

 

[hardrock]

There was this retard in jr high that was always hauling ass down the hallway. For halloween once he dressed up as a baseball player. As he was flying by us he tripped and fell. We couldn't help but laugh. He didn't get hurt either.

Some lady was riding a bike at work the other day. When she tried to turn the handle bar hit her in the gut and she tipped over. I hear a crash and look outside to see my boss standing over this woman trying to help her up. Couldn't help but laugh. She was going very slowly so she didn't get hurt. She told my boss she was more embarassed than anything.

 

[Moderate_THIS]

Ever see a fetus blended? LOL

 

[Robert Jan]

Dwarves

misery

 

[Mr. dB]

Back when I lived in Manhattan, one beautiful spring morning I was walking through The Village on the way to class, and saw this drop-dead-gorgeous black lady, leggy supermodel type, wearing a tiny, clingy little bright red dress, walking down the front steps of her brownstone row-house. As she got to the bottom of the steps, she stepped in a massive pile of dog shit, slipped, and fell ass-first into the steaming pile of poop.

 

[GettingEvenBigger]

When I was a stupid kid, my best friend and I didn't care for this guy named Andrew. So during one winter in NYC, there was a frozen patch of ice on the sidewalk. The ice was super slippery. Regardless, we covered the patch of ice with some snow and called over, good old Andrew. We told him to run over so he can see something. And there goes Andrew running as fast as he can. He hits the patch of ice, his feet fly out from underneath him, and he flew in the air about 5 feet, landing on his head. We had a good laugh. I know sick and sadistic but we were young and it was NYC.

Sorry Andrew...gotta keep the good karma.