whats the last thing that made you really laugh?

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  • nerdyandilikeit
    nerdyandilikeit Posts: 2,185 Member
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    I watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince today and I could not stop laughing. They put in so much subtle humor. =]

    The whole part where Harry drinks the felix felicis is my favorite part of all 8 movies.

    I laughed so hard I cried at some of these:

    http://www.happyplace.com/4286/brilliantly-sarcastic-responses-to-completely-well-meaning-signs

    http://www.happyplace.com/3907/unintentionally-inappropriate-test-responses-from-children
  • nickyfm
    nickyfm Posts: 1,214 Member
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    http://overprivileged.tumblr.com/

    If you grew up in my area and went to school with these people, you would understand why this 'hate blog' was hysterical
  • katgirl985
    katgirl985 Posts: 212 Member
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    I laugh a lot, but hubby and I went to see Norm MacDonald do stand up and I laughed so hard I cried. He was just as ADD as I am and constantly kept switching subjects and I just found him HILARIOUS.
  • crisanderson27
    crisanderson27 Posts: 5,343 Member
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    Can I change my answer??

    I actually posted up a new thread...since I couldn't find this one lol:
    Ok...this wins, hands down. It rates right up there with 'Armageddon' (youtube it if you've never heard it).
    Taken from http://thewvsr.com/alli.htm
    Hilarious!! :laugh:

    Alli is a new over-the-counter weight-loss pill which, predictably enough, has proven to be a massive best-seller from the moment it became available. The drug, manufactured by GlaxoSmithKline, reportedly works by blocking the absorption of excess fats by the body. And folks are waddling, not walking, to their local drug stores for a chance to get started on the Alli "program."

    As is the case with most drugs, Alli comes with a risk of certain side effects. Or, as they're known on the company website, treatment effects.

    A person is reportedly limited to 15 grams of fat per meal, and if they go over (or even if they don't), there's a significant chance they'll find themselves out behind a shopping center somewhere, crying and clutching a wad of horrifyingly soiled underwear, searching for a place to ditch it.

    As best as I can tell, anyway...

    Since a lot of this stuff is couched in language that is technically truthful, but very carefully worded, I've taken it upon myself to go through the list of side (treatment) effects and warnings, and translate it all into layman's terms.

    I'm no scientist or doctor, and don't pretend to have any special knowledge. I'm just a person who's fairly good with words and reading between the lines... The highlighted phrases below are direct quotes from the Alli website, with my translations in between.

    Undigested fat cannot be absorbed and passes through the body naturally. The excess fat is not harmful. In fact, you may recognize it in the toilet as something that looks like the oil on top of a pizza.

    Here the drug makers are trying to soothe the nerves of the skeptical fatty, by speaking their language. Pizza is something fatties understand, and a big part of the reason they’re interested in Alli to begin with. Pizza is good, pizza is reassuring… even when it’s flowing from your *kitten* like molten lava.

    The website mentions seeing the undigested fat in a toilet, but that’s clearly a best case scenario. You might also see it on the tops of your shoes, across the hood of a car, or way up the shower curtain, near the loops.


    The fat passes out of your body, so you may have bowel changes, known as treatment effects.

    Bowel changes. Notice how they phrase that? It means stuff will be happening the likes of which you could never have imagined. It’ll be like a daily Dean Koontz novel inside your underwear.

    You may get:

    gas with oily spotting


    You’ll be farting Wesson oil straight through your Dockers…

    loose stools

    and having violent chipped beef explosions...

    more frequent stools that may be hard to control

    all the time, with a sphincter that can no longer be counted as a friend.

    Eating a low-fat diet lowers the chance of these bowel changes. Limit fat intake in your meals to an average of 15 grams.

    The McDonald’s Big Mac has 34 grams of fat, and the Burger King Whopper has 40. Eat either of these while taking Alli, and you’ll very likely be transformed into a diarrhea cannon.

    Learning how to manage treatment effects is an important part of being successful with alli. Here's how to take control:

    Start trimming fat from your diet now, even before you begin taking alli. Then pick a day to begin taking alli, such as a weekend day so you can stay close to home if you experience a treatment effect. Make the timing work for you. If you're getting ready to travel or attend a social event, hold off on starting with alli until the event is over


    Blowing liquid feces down a row of bridesmaids, for instance, could be viewed negatively in certain circles. Further, an unexpected bout of the power-squirts while riding “The Bullet” at the county fair might not ingratiate you with your friends. Or anyone on the fairway. Or the folks in the parking lot walking to their cars.

    While no one likes experiencing treatment effects, they might help you think twice about eating questionable fat content. If you think of it like that, alli can act like a security guard for your late-night cravings

    You see, when you think about it, ****ting yourself is actually a positive.

    You can't "save fat grams" from lunch and "spend them" at dinner. Spread your daily fat gram allowance of 15 grams on average per meal over the whole day

    Cheating can lead to embarrassment, tears, and the introduction of a frantically constructed toilet paper crack-wedge in the bathroom of an Applebee's. It’s simply not worth it.

    You may feel an urgent need to go to the bathroom. Until you have a sense of any treatment effects, it's probably a smart idea to wear dark pants, and bring a change of clothes with you to work

    Until you get the hang of it, you should probably take along a rolling suitcase full of brown clothes everywhere you go, while taking Alli. Luckily, however, turd-colored clothing is in this season; turd is the new vomit.

    If co-workers ask about it, there is no shame in telling the truth.

    You might be surprised how understanding folks can be if you simply say, “I dress like this to conceal the poop that's constantly soaking through the seat of my pants.”

    You may not usually get gassy, but it's a possibility when you take alli. The bathroom is really the best place to go when that happens

    Showboating is not recommended.

    You can use a food journal to recognize what foods can lead to treatment effects. For example, writing down what you eat may help you learn that marinara sauce is a better option than Alfredo sauce

    In addition to a handcart full of extra pants designed to camouflage your anal leakage, it might also be a good idea to carry a schematic and information wheel, so you don't repeat past mistakes and have a treatment effect halfway up your back.
    I hope this information has proven to be valuable.


    I'm sorry...but that, was freakin hilarious lol.

    Edit ~ Original Thread:

    http://www.myfitnesspal.com/topics/show/575629-has-anyone-tried-alli?hl=Alli&page=2
  • skinnieminniemouse
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    Earlier I was searching for the margarine and could only find my boyfriends tub of chicken (in a spare margarine tub) I found it hilarious that he had taken the margarine to work with him, he didn't find it so funny though :)
  • Meadows18
    Meadows18 Posts: 206 Member
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    It is not a thing, it is a person, and it is Spirit80.
  • Meadows18
    Meadows18 Posts: 206 Member
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    I agree with you, it was cheesy and it did make you laugh.
  • MissLuana
    MissLuana Posts: 356
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    At the show watching "Think Like A Man". Kevin Hart needs Jesus...LOL
  • shiseido_faerie
    shiseido_faerie Posts: 771 Member
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    A girl on one of the other threads who said that her mother in law gave her the book "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty" for a gift likely not knowing what it was lmao (it's a hardcore erotica novel) made me laugh. (ok, i'm a nerd, I worked in a bookstore for a long time.)
  • Vonnie2006
    Vonnie2006 Posts: 246 Member
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    THIS, IT'S LONG BUT HILARIOUS

    Dear Diary,

    For my birthday this year, I purchased a week of personal training at the local health club.

    Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.

    I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.

    Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.

    ________________________________

    MONDAY:

    Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god-- with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!

    Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines.. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!

    Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!

    ________________________________

    TUESDAY:

    I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.
    Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.

    _______________________________

    WEDNESDAY:

    The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

    Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.

    My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other **** too.

    _____________________________

    THURSDAY:

    *kitten* was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late-- it took me that long to tie my shoes.

    He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny ***** to find me.

    Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine-- which I sank.

    _________________________________

    FRIDAY:

    I hate that *kitten* Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.

    Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps!
    And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.

    The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?

    ________________________________

    SATURDAY:

    Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel..

    ________________________________

    SUNDAY:

    I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun-- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!

    Send this to a friend who needs to laugh. We all need a good laugh
  • MzCongeniality70
    MzCongeniality70 Posts: 352 Member
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    Last night, my friend was texting me about her little Yorkie killing a baby bunny in her backyard. I told her he was a cute little murderous *kitten*. She said "yeah, he killed four brides the first week we had him"...my response, "the grooms must have been horrified!!!!"....a few minutes later I get "FU** you, I meant BIRDS!". I laughed my *kitten* off for a while!
  • Lizabee84
    Lizabee84 Posts: 353 Member
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    everytime I watch Duck Dynasty I laugh a lot. I love their redneck reasoning not to mention their views on life....it also makes me homesick

    That was what I was going to say. I was able to meet them a few month ago at Cabelas.
  • LorinaLynn
    LorinaLynn Posts: 13,247 Member
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    This picture. I want to name her Kitty No-Nose.

    95deadff-4675-4c27-a631-871d9d9f4a6f.jpg

    http://cheezburger.com/6074526208?siteId=15632
  • Vonnie2006
    Vonnie2006 Posts: 246 Member
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    This thread. I literally have tears running down my face and my stomach hurts from laughing.
  • Koketa0510
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    THIS, IT'S LONG BUT HILARIOUS

    Dear Diary,

    For my birthday this year, I purchased a week of personal training at the local health club.

    Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.

    I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.

    Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.

    ________________________________

    MONDAY:

    Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god-- with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!

    Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines.. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!

    Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!

    ________________________________

    TUESDAY:

    I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.
    Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.

    _______________________________

    WEDNESDAY:

    The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

    Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.

    My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other **** too.

    _____________________________

    THURSDAY:

    *kitten* was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late-- it took me that long to tie my shoes.

    He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny ***** to find me.

    Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine-- which I sank.

    _________________________________

    FRIDAY:

    I hate that *kitten* Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.

    Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps!
    And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.

    The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?

    ________________________________

    SATURDAY:

    Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel..

    ________________________________

    SUNDAY:

    I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun-- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!

    Send this to a friend who needs to laugh. We all need a good laugh


    :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: ... it hurts to laugh now. haha.