OK team, the world is a crap place full of doom and gloom, so here's a new thing...
What made you laugh today.. can be a youtube clip, somthing funny, a picture, a joke, txt msg, catching you **** in your zipper. anything goes so long as it made you chuckle...

I'll start with the news thatAndre my mate zipped frank and the beans yesterday, and sat there 20 mins working out how to extract them... on his bathroom floor thus negating a trip to the A&E... well done that man...

and a couple you tubes..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4x-VW_rCSE PMSL at this!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6U0m2wanio

dazza

 

Just been into Huddersfield town centre.
As usual the place is swarming with Big Issue sellers,
walked onto one street and 2 of them were fighting over a pitch,
i mean proper fighting, fists, kicks and blood.
In the middle of it all, one of the guys started shouting Big Issue, Big Issue,
and some numpty walked up to him with his pound at the ready, so they stopped fighting, sold a copy, then carried on fighting again.
Bloody fantastic, been chuckling all day.

 

Anorak mode/

My dumb boss explained that a circuit breaker tripped an MCB because of the current drawn on a (yellow) phase.....

Complete and utter b0770cks, the fault tripped the MCB which in turn tripped the circuit breaker to protect the cables in the supply..... he NVQ Lvl 1, me HND plus B.Eng. Hons !

LOL

DunxC

Anorak mode off/

Sorry bit technical, but still utter b0770cks !

 

just found another...

 

Man that is so funny, if that does not make you smile or pysl there is something wrong, infectious lol

ca't remeber my space hopper looking like though...







Thankfully

 

Well not laugh today , but was yesterday evening....(Sun)

But need Sticky to come along and do right up about our blunder,as he can word it better,,,,OMG

didn't we feel like divs...

U there StickyMan....

 

This never fails to make me laugh,

YouTube - Childbirth Song

Lindsay
x

 

Well, it kinda went like this...

We (Me, Scott and Si) had booked to see Gabriella Cilme at the Carling Academy in Sheff.

We arrived about 20 mins before the doors opened and joined the back of the rather long queue as you do, commenting to each other about how there were lots of people in fancy dress... super hero costumes, cops 'n' robbers, leprechauns, etc.

"Bit odd, it looks more like the queue for a Hoosiers gig than for Gabby Cilmi" was one of the first comments.

"Si, check the bloody tickets, 'cos if we've come on the wrong day we'll look like right plonkers"

Si whips 'em out (The tickets), and sure enough, Gabbi Cilmi, Carling Academy, Sheffield, correct date and everything.

No worries.

Eventually the queue starts moving, and I pretend not to notice the young chap walking past us to the end of the queue singing "If you catch a criminal..."

Further comments are made about the fancy dress, tickets are double checked, all's correct, so we wait our time out in the steadily dwindling queue, all the time getting closer to the doors.

Scott even called Sarah and got her to check online that all was okay.

Some 30 minutes after first joining the queue, having been stood there patiently, we hand our tickets to the doorman to be scanned...

"Nooooooo. This is a Hoosiers gig, Gabriella Cilmi is in the Academy 2, just round the corner."

FFS!

We walked round the corner, and got straight in to probably the smallest venue in Sheff, which had about 18 other folk inside. There would have been no queue.

You had to be there, but it was rather funny at the time.

Highlight?

Scott trying to convince the LARGE doorman that he wasn't trying to argue the point with him, and that he did indeed have a very valid point. Doorman just wanted to be argumentative. PMSL

 

Fookin Class......

Amazing night....

Well fit bird That Gabriella,and she's got some reet pipes on her as well

Cheers to Si for Driving mate and the odd Wispa... and for listenening to me blabber on all way home,in a drunken state....

Cheers Sticky for the laughs mate and me first Stella 5.2% was it...

 

Here's a good one...

There is not one dirty word in it, and it is funny.

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.'

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...'

'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.'

'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?'

'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat'.

After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'

'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.'

'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!'

'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'

'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith.

'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'

'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.

'Oh, my word!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.

'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.'

'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.

'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'

'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.

'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?'

'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'

'Tripod?'

'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand for very long.'
Mrs. Smith fainted.....