World, Writing, Wealth discussion

Many people say that laughter is the best medicine to maintain good mental health. It clears up the mind and freshens up the soul. If you agree, please share a funny story.

Absolutely!

If I can't laugh at myself, what I've done in life, or at the world's idiocy, I think I would drown in its septic tank of hell. Laughter is the only placebo that gets me through the day. And a good glass of red wine or a good glass of local beer. I live in Germany. And that's a laugh in itself--a good story of laughter and tears.

Like Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton! They're the best entertainment on TV, lately.

If we begin to take them seriously, we'll all drown in our tears.

Yes. But not a satirical kind of laughter. I mean a wholesome, soulful, honest to goodness kind of laughter.

Denise wrote: "Mehreen wrote: "Yes. But not a satirical kind of laughter. I mean a wholesome, soulful, honest to goodness kind of laughter."

Yes! My husband and I laugh so much regarding what we call "blonde mom..."

Hahahaha. That is funny.

I laugh at a lot of things I read a lot of books on wattpad and they are like really funny

Hermione Granger (aka. Kavy Jackson Fullbuster)~Trying to hide the pain~ wrote: "I laugh at a lot of things I read a lot of books on wattpad and they are like really funny"

That's great Hermione. Laughter is a a good medicine.

Mehreen wrote: "That's great Hermione. Laughter is a a good medicine.. ..."

That's probably why they prescribe weed now for medical purposes -:)

Nik wrote: "Mehreen wrote: "That's great Hermione. Laughter is a a good medicine.. ..."

That's probably why they prescribe weed now for medical purposes -:)"
LOL. Me proposing to be buried on the moon. And you introducing me those funeral homes taking my body across was funny enough. I need no weed after that.

Yep, natural and spontaneous is much better than induced -:)

Nik wrote: "Yep, natural and spontaneous is much better than induced -:)"

Hahaha.

I work (or used to work) as a clown in a children's hospital. Unfortunately, clowns are having a really tough time right now because of idiots in the news.

I am not a clown that makes jokes usually or makes much effort to be funny. My niche is that I play music on my ukulele and keep kids company. However, I sometimes do stuff that makes people laugh without trying to. Sometimes in the same way that Denise does.

One time I was in choir practice and the director said we should sing it in a "diminishing" way. I said "oh, does that mean we sing it like we don't care?" and at the same time made a facial expression and gesture with my hand. The whole room bust out laughing really loud. Funny thing was I was really asking a question about something I didn't know.

But people sometimes don't get my humor. Its like I am an alien who thinks differently from others. One time I thought it was really funny that a pad of yellow Post it notes looked just like a slice of cheese. I still can't find anyone who thinks that is funny.

I am cracking up, big time. LOL

Joanne wrote: "I am an alien who thinks differently from others..."

We'll ask our extraterrestrial department to run a background check -:)

Well, I am as promised staying out of the political threads, so here is a story instead, in honour of Halloween. Let's call it "How I became a Satan Worshipper"

When I was 17 or so I returned to my childhood hometown and sharing a house with a bunch of similarly aged reprobate wannabe's. We're talking really small town here: I think the population was maybe 1500. 4000 or so if you included the whole county. This was a fairly remote and shall we say God-fearing part of the country - to serve those 4000 odd people, we had a grand total of, I kid you not, 18 churches in the town.

We were already a little suspect, being a bunch of late teens/early 20's sharing this big huge house - it had 8 bedrooms, and there were probably 15 of us living there at various times, along with a menagerie of pets. The house belonged to one of my roommates father, who was a pretty well known rock musician in a big Australian band at the time.

To say our wee crowd didn't fit in is putting it mildly. Rock music being a tool of the devil and all that.

For some reason, we decided to have a Halloween party. Bearing in mind this was New Zealand in the 80's - Halloween was not a thing. The only Halloween we'd ever seen was the movies bearing the name, and maybe a Happy Days episode or two. Heck, we'd only had TV in that area for about 10 years at this point. But the whole idea of dressing up as monsters and having a party just seemed so much fun, we ran with it.

I decided to dress as a witch, and in best 80's fashion sense (that is to say, none whatsoever) decided a modern witch wouldn't wear flowing robe type things, she'd be thoroughly up to date, and wear... a catsuit. Or actually a black leotard over tights and kneehigh boots, but I made it work, as much as any 80's fashion choice ever did.

The party itself was to be held at the barn on a friends parent's property, and I was just about ready to go, just waiting on a friend to pick me up when the phone rang. It was said friend, saying he couldn't find a knife that had a sheath but was big enough to complete his costume, did I have one. Of course I did (Kiwi kid grown up in the country? Of course I did.)

Just as I dig through the kitchen drawers and find this huge big hunting knife in a leather sheath, one of the roommates German Shepherd puppy comes running through the room yowling like he was on fire, and right on his tail another roommates spawn-of-evil huge black tomcat, apparently bent on eating the puppy. Or at least putting a serious hurt on him. So I grab the puppy up under one arm, and the cat flat out leapt at me. I am rapidly out of hands at this point, so I grab the knife between my teeth and the cat by the scruff of his neck.

Cat did what cats do. Since he couldn't get his teeth into me, twisted himself so all four sets of claws are embedded in my arm. The puppy is still yowling, I guess in terror, and then the doorbell rings in the midst of all this chaos.

Thinking it's my friend here to pick up the knife and give me a ride to the party, I mumble-yell "It's open, come in."

I turn around, look down the hallway, and there is.... not my friend. Instead it's the local Jehovah's Witness visitors - one of whom I'd gone to grade school with! And I'm standing there with a screaming puppy under one arm, a huge (HUGE) knife between my teeth, dressed as a witch in full goth makeup and the entire ensemble completed by a hissing and spitting cat apparently trying to flay my (by now blood covered) other arm.

We kind of stood there frozen for about a minute, staring at each other, before they slowly backed away and closed the door behind them.

Apparently word spread. For the entire rest of the time I lived there, pretty much anyone who stayed at our place would find people crossing the road, crossing themselves or whispering prayers in their presence whenever we were out and about town, even just grocery shopping.

On the other hand, we never did have anymore visits from religious visitors, and the party was a raging success :)

Cool story, Krazykiwi. Now if we see a sharp decrease in religious dudes joining, we'll know its origin -:)

ahahhahahaha Krazykiwi that's just crazy funny

Hahaha. Awesome post Krazykiwi and Nik, your response to it.

Joanne wrote: "I work (or used to work) as a clown in a children's hospital. Unfortunately, clowns are having a really tough time right now because of idiots in the news.

I am not a clown that makes jokes usual..."

lol

Krazykiwi wrote: "Well, I am as promised staying out of the political threads, so here is a story instead, in honour of Halloween. Let's call it "How I became a Satan Worshipper"

When I was 17 or so I returned to m..."

Nik wrote: "Cool story, Krazykiwi. Now if we see a sharp decrease in religious dudes joining, we'll know its origin -:)"

LOL XD

Denise wrote: "Here's a little funny, or maybe not for you. My husband, his brother and I went to a town called Zoutelande in the Netherlands. They both kept talking about getting a frikandel. On and on they spoke of a frikandel, until finally I said, "What is with you guys? Why would you care about getting a free candle?"

That makes me wonder if you've ever heard of The Two Ronnies? Google "Fork handles" if you want a good laugh.

Krazykiwi wrote: "Well, I am as promised staying out of the political threads, so here is a story instead, in honour of Halloween. Let's call it "How I became a Satan Worshipper"

When I was 17 or so I returned to m..."Whoa! That is quite a story! Thanks for sharing it!

Joanne wrote: "I work (or used to work) as a clown in a children's hospital. Unfortunately, clowns are having a really tough time right now because of idiots in the news.

I am not a clown that makes jokes usual..."Oh sorry, the word for what the music was described as was "detached". We were supposed to sing it in a "detached" way. That's why I responded with the question, "Oh, we sing it like we don't care?" It really means sing it like the notes are detached from each other or sort of staccato.

Krazykiwi wrote: "Well, I am as promised staying out of the political threads, so here is a story instead, in honour of Halloween. Let's call it "How I became a Satan Worshipper"

When I was 17 or so I returned to m..."Great story! Definitely gave me a few giggles!

Joanne wrote: "Joanne wrote: "I work (or used to work) as a clown in a children's hospital. Unfortunately, clowns are having a really tough time right now because of idiots in the news.

I am not a clown that ma..."

As long as it is in tune. LOL