Guilty Laughs
Are you the kind of person who laughs when they see a cat getting run over? Tell us about the times your sense of humour has gone beyond taste and decency.
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( , Thu 22 Jul 2010, 15:19)
Are you the kind of person who laughs when they see a cat getting run over? Tell us about the times your sense of humour has gone beyond taste and decency.
Suggested by SnowyTheRabbit
( , Thu 22 Jul 2010, 15:19)
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He who smelt it... well no, it was me...
Remember those "Heelies" shoes with the little wheels underneath that were so popular a few years back? Well, for a while their use was rampant in the Land of the Great Wide Shopping Mall (USA), where waist-high children would zip around until they inevitably ran into something. I seemed to have some sort of curse - these children would always manage to run directly into my backside - but couldn't avoid a trip to the mall to pick up a few things.
So there I was, standing in a store and trying to decide between two equally boring presents for my mother, when I started to feel a bit of a pressure in my stomach. I looked around - nobody in my aisle - and shifted my weight to one leg in preparation for a Standing One-Cheek Sneak. Just that that moment, a child zipped around a corner and *directly into my ass*, dislodging an air biscuit that was fortunately silent, but unfortunately quite redolent of the previous night's Mexican food. The boy, unbalanced, fell on his ass with a disgusted look, then picked himself up and unsteadily booked it out of the store.
I got a few dirty looks from people who thought my burst of laughter was because the boy had fallen... but I'd have gotten much dirtier looks if they'd come any closer and discovered the real reason. Poor kid.
( , Fri 23 Jul 2010, 4:41, 1 reply)
Remember those "Heelies" shoes with the little wheels underneath that were so popular a few years back? Well, for a while their use was rampant in the Land of the Great Wide Shopping Mall (USA), where waist-high children would zip around until they inevitably ran into something. I seemed to have some sort of curse - these children would always manage to run directly into my backside - but couldn't avoid a trip to the mall to pick up a few things.
So there I was, standing in a store and trying to decide between two equally boring presents for my mother, when I started to feel a bit of a pressure in my stomach. I looked around - nobody in my aisle - and shifted my weight to one leg in preparation for a Standing One-Cheek Sneak. Just that that moment, a child zipped around a corner and *directly into my ass*, dislodging an air biscuit that was fortunately silent, but unfortunately quite redolent of the previous night's Mexican food. The boy, unbalanced, fell on his ass with a disgusted look, then picked himself up and unsteadily booked it out of the store.
I got a few dirty looks from people who thought my burst of laughter was because the boy had fallen... but I'd have gotten much dirtier looks if they'd come any closer and discovered the real reason. Poor kid.
( , Fri 23 Jul 2010, 4:41, 1 reply)
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