yodeacsgo
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I'll start off with 3 of the hardest laughs I've ever had.
#1. I was playing Cranium with my wife and in-laws. The father in-law was acting out "Rolling Stones" and decided to roll into a tumble as a clue. Halfway through the tumble, he unleashes a massive fart. My stomach hurt for days from laughter.
#2. I was slightly pyro when I was younger. A friend and I were spraying butane into a toilet and tossing matches into it for small explosions. We get the awesome idea of closing the lid, pump in the butane, then slide in a lit match. I opted to be the audience for this trick. My friend pumped in the butane and kept trying to strike a match. The damn thing wouldn't light. By the time he got it lit, the butane had risen out of the toilet. There was an immediate boom when he lit the match. I asked him if he was okay and I got a yes. He then started whiffing and asked if I smelled something burning. He turned around toward me and his hair was on fire. I immediately tossed a towel over his head and then fell down laughing. His mom arrived home from work less than 20 seconds after the hair fire and saw me rolling on the floor hysterically laughing and said, "I don't even want to know what just happened." She got back in her car and left. That caused more laughter.
#3 BY FAR THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN. This was also witnessed by KnightAtWake. 2 part story. Part 1 - We had a German roommate that loved the hell out of orange juice. We all had wooden wardrobes in our bedrooms to store clothing. He also used his to store the cardboard jugs of OJ. Several times we tried to tell him that OJ in the US has to be kept in the fridge or it would spoil. He didn't listen. Over spring break, when the AC was turned off, the OJ bottles in his wardrobe exploded and soured all over his clothing. He had to wash everything, mop, and air out his room for days. Slightly funny, but you needed to understand his anger toward orange juice to explain the hilarity of part 2.
Part 2 - KAW, the German roommate, and I all went to Walmart for supplies. The German, I keep saying German because that fact is VERY important, proceeded to the juice isle to replenish his supply. After gathering what I needed, I walked over the the juice isle to find him. Upon turning the corner, I see a bottle of OJ slip from his hand and explode on the ground at his feet. All of a sudden, in a very thick German accent, he starts yelling "DAMN JUICE, DAMN JUICE, DAMN JUICE!" I'm pretty sure I mentally checked out for a while. I remember gasping and then collapsing. The next thing I remember is climbing out of KAW's car back at the dorm with no purchases. I have absolutely no memory of leaving the store.
#1. I was playing Cranium with my wife and in-laws. The father in-law was acting out "Rolling Stones" and decided to roll into a tumble as a clue. Halfway through the tumble, he unleashes a massive fart. My stomach hurt for days from laughter.
#2. I was slightly pyro when I was younger. A friend and I were spraying butane into a toilet and tossing matches into it for small explosions. We get the awesome idea of closing the lid, pump in the butane, then slide in a lit match. I opted to be the audience for this trick. My friend pumped in the butane and kept trying to strike a match. The damn thing wouldn't light. By the time he got it lit, the butane had risen out of the toilet. There was an immediate boom when he lit the match. I asked him if he was okay and I got a yes. He then started whiffing and asked if I smelled something burning. He turned around toward me and his hair was on fire. I immediately tossed a towel over his head and then fell down laughing. His mom arrived home from work less than 20 seconds after the hair fire and saw me rolling on the floor hysterically laughing and said, "I don't even want to know what just happened." She got back in her car and left. That caused more laughter.
#3 BY FAR THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN. This was also witnessed by KnightAtWake. 2 part story. Part 1 - We had a German roommate that loved the hell out of orange juice. We all had wooden wardrobes in our bedrooms to store clothing. He also used his to store the cardboard jugs of OJ. Several times we tried to tell him that OJ in the US has to be kept in the fridge or it would spoil. He didn't listen. Over spring break, when the AC was turned off, the OJ bottles in his wardrobe exploded and soured all over his clothing. He had to wash everything, mop, and air out his room for days. Slightly funny, but you needed to understand his anger toward orange juice to explain the hilarity of part 2.
Part 2 - KAW, the German roommate, and I all went to Walmart for supplies. The German, I keep saying German because that fact is VERY important, proceeded to the juice isle to replenish his supply. After gathering what I needed, I walked over the the juice isle to find him. Upon turning the corner, I see a bottle of OJ slip from his hand and explode on the ground at his feet. All of a sudden, in a very thick German accent, he starts yelling "DAMN JUICE, DAMN JUICE, DAMN JUICE!" I'm pretty sure I mentally checked out for a while. I remember gasping and then collapsing. The next thing I remember is climbing out of KAW's car back at the dorm with no purchases. I have absolutely no memory of leaving the store.