What Makes You Laugh?

Where do you get your laughter from?

Besides stand-up, which is a huge love of mine. I notice that there's a lot of funny comments on YouTube videos and/or message boards.

Then there's people in my "real-life" who crack me up.

There's also a political show that cracks me up (sometimes for the wrong reasons), but I know politics won't mix well here.

Edited by MortSahlFan - March 25 2025 at 16:53

Grumpyprogfan wrote: Farts make me laugh.

I provide my own humour with my friends, and generally the best laughs come from that source, especially when we are in a derision mood.

Edited by Sean Trane - March 26 2025 at 04:30

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^ What about Twenty Twelve ?

Hi,

Remember when your Dad gave you you're very first atrocity cookie?

The neighbors...out on the lawn chairs..weird old Mr. Appleton was mowing his lawn and talking to himself...in some time-eaten language that the Druids used to use.

And your Dad smiled and said: "Son"? "I think you're ready for your very first atrocity cookie" ...and his big hairy hand reached into the bag and pulled out one of those deceptively delicious cookies....and you could see the chocolate chips on it like the bulging eyes of a blind fish...that was hit by a Chrysler and left on the highway.

You held out both hands...and the cookie seemed heavy and big for a cookie. ...but you put it in your mouth and the wave of chocolate goodness foamed up around your gums...receding like a dead sea tide..

Then came the surprise. It was a fisherman's bottle hook...with four razor sharp steel tips that latched into the roofs and bottoms of your mouth. Urging you like a thousand tiny razor wounds..to scream your fool head off...and ya know? You did..yup

Your Dad was smilin' ...Smilin' that day harder than you'd ever seen him smile before or since. While your Mom stuck that bath towel in your mouth and called for that ambulance.

Oh the presence..the cards...the exotic sultric nurses which you had seen only on TV...or in your Dad's magazines. Babbling and dictating widely for you to turn over...to turn over..
repeating again and again that Hyndu term of affection..bed sores...bed sores...

Well...Madhorse Farms Remembers....because we've been making atrocity cookies in this here galaxy for a long time boys and girls. Don't forget our cinnamon flavored razor ribbon napalm cluster cookies. Come back....come back to the painful memories of youth. Come back to Madhorse Farms.

Don't forget they're the one's with Madhorse on the wrapper.....
...and they're good...they're good becaaaaaaaause they're dead. Try some....they're good....they're good becaaaaaassause they're dead....thats because Madhorse Farms remembers the Plague of Athens....even if you dont...