Laughter?
Hm. While on holiday there was a really terrible flamenco show on in the town square which we could hear in the hotel room.
We started to sing along making up really bad stories, wailing and clapping.
Most of this was to piss of the Spanish neighbours who would have the telly on very loud until 2 or sometimes 3 in the morning.
Our version of flamenco became so bad we ended up rolling on the bed howling with laughter.
The neighbours turned the tv down.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Fri 10 Sep 2010, 12:46, Reply)