You know in cartoons when the characters go crazy and bounce around beating themselves with frying pans so their eyes pop out and things like that, that actually makes me laugh. (Substitute “come” for “laugh” and it’s also a funny joke which would make me laugh even more.)
That’s also something I do, when someone is “looking for a word” or about to finish a sentence I sometimes interrupt with a different word, usually something dirty. I am definitely very annoying, but that’s what makes it even funnier.
Doing everything “ironically” like a hipster is also funny as hell, especially when making fun of hipsters.
@alex Was that sarcastic? I love that video.
lets get to the master and one of his most unlikely collarborations: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcJjMnHoIBI
“The first time around I pursued Michael Jackson about a song parody, it was a shot in the dark. We’re talking about the most popular and famous person in the known universe and here I was, this goofy comedy songwriter. He not only returned our phone calls, but he approved it,” Yankovic writes.
@ellie That picture reminds me of one time at work when my coworker looked at a bunch of concert posters and asked who “plus support” were and why they were opening for so many bands. He wasn’t joking, he was serious, so we made him believe it was a real band and that they were really cool and everyone who doesn’t listen to them are losers. The day after we asked if he’d heard them and he was like “Yeah man they’re awesome.”
For a week we kept this up, and it got funnier and funnier. The look on his face when we told him the band didn’t exist was priceless.
HAHA! Kinda reminds me of a time I made my boyfriend and other roommate each a sandwich. The roomie was still asleep so I went in his room and said “Chris, there’s a sandwich on this table here.” He got up about an hour later and thanked me for the sandwich. I acted confused and said I never made him one, to make him think it was a dream. He freaked out and had to go back in his room and get the plate to prove to himself he didn’t dream it.
@ellie, im glad! :)
Like I said, I love being ridiculous. Every thursday me and my roommate would make a fort in some random spot in our apartment, and wait for people to come over, and proceed to attack them with nerf guns, but we always had a blunt for them after. :P
On thanksgiving, we literally put up a tent in our living room to celebrate the indians, and chilled in it for like a week. We could all just be drinking, and me and my roommate will look at eachother, nod, and run to our rooms and grab whatever hats we have, put up signs around our apartment that say, “Hat Partayyyyy” and force everyone to wear a ridiculous hat.
I love my fucking life.
@alex, this may seem a little out of the blue, but….can we be best friends? :)
My family and I are really sarcastic, to the point where new additions to our family parties (friends, boy/girlfriends, etc) are thrown off a bit if they don’t get everything. I’m also a fan of ridiculousness and making fun of pop culture/politics…
I am also one of those who will be cracking up if someone acts goofy in the smallest way…like silly face contests? Can’t handle those. Skits? There was this one skit a couple counselors did at this camp I worked at last summer and they were pretending to be the Rockettes and one kicked the other in the face. He wasn’t hurt, but the skit nearly stopped because everyone was laughing so hard.
I’m one of those people that gets into a loop with someone and goes back and forth being silly until we’re both just laughing hysterically.
Being silly in pictures is also endlessly amusing to me. I’m a fan of the photobomb.
Speaking of which,
I love puns and all sorts of word play. I enjoy both crude and intelligent jokes and quips. To my knowledge, I’m one of the very few people left in this world that starts laughing out loud at the jokes by Shakespeare’s comic characters.
My favorite bit of comic relief from yesterday: “Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou has forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldest truly know. What a devil has thou to do with the time of the day? Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.” Henry IV: Part I Act 1.2 (2-13)