Laughing till we cry

Watching the two Ronnie's rhyming slang sermon from the church of St Cain and Abel (sometime in the 1970's). It starts off about a man who had no trouble and strife (Wife) because she had run of with a tea leaf (thief). When Ronnie Barker got to the part where the man found a small brown Richard the third on the pavement Mr J and I laughed until we cried. The man picked up the small brown Richard the third and put it on a wall, the Richard the third then flew back to it's nest. An absolute classic!

Haaaaaaaaaaas Judy54

Not seen that one, brilliant.

Aldom - "I laughed till I cried when reading The Moon's a Balloon, by David Niven. " The bit in that book which had me choking with laughter involved a frozen appendage and brandy glass. Was that the same piece that made you laugh.

I can't remember how long ago I read that, but I must have been in my teens. I still giggle when I think of it

Witzend

I still remember very fondly one Christmas when my mother was with us. We watched the Royle Family Christmas Special - none of us had ever seen it before.

My mother was soon crying with laughter, which set us all off even more.
For quite a while afterwards dds only had to say a typical line from the programme - ‘Y’all right there, Nana?’ to set her off again.

She was the same while reading the first few pages of Bill Bryson’s book ‘Small Island’, which admittedly had me near hysterics, too.

I agree about the first pages of Bryson's "Small Island"!

I remember reading "My Family and Other Animals" by Gerald Durrell together with my mother. We would read at the same speed and roar with laughter at exactly the same time! That made it all even funnier.

Hello Serendipity22 just google it and it comes up on YouTube still makes me laugh all these years later.

If I ever want a belly laugh ( no pun intended) this woman does it for me.
Warning: swearing. It’s a long advert before the video but worth it.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbU2euEGuP8

I’ve just looked at my link and there are no adds.

Years ago I worked for a Project that offered a number of services including a Handyperson Service for older people.

One Monday morning when picking up the messages from the telephone answering machine, the message from one lady requesting that our Handyperson take a look at her stools had us all falling about.

I started the first chapter of Bill Brysons "A Small Island" while I was in hospital awaiting a cataract op. I had to put the book down in case the consultant walked in and found me hysterical.

My daughter ordered a new wet suit. It was delivered on a hot summer afternoon. There was just enough time to try on the wet suit before collecting the children from school. Well, in the heat the suit was almost impossible to take off and she struggled for a long time before eventually being free of the thing. We still shriek with laughter when we recall how close she came to having to walk through the streets of Oxford wearing a wet suit.

I worked with someone who had the same type of humour as myself and we knew we could set each other off giggling.
The school vicar a shy young chap dressed in a nightshirt with a tea towel on his head and a stuffed lamb under his arm proceeded to tell the Christmas story. he had thin very hairy legs and the shirt was short.
I could feel my friend's shoulders going up and down and started to snigger, I looked across at her she had tears streaming down her face but they were black with mascara I started to laugh but had to hold it in. She gave a big snort down her nose and we both sneaked out as we thought unseen and started laughing and crying where we thought we could not be heard.
What a dressing down we both got.I still laugh when I think about it today.

My DH normally wears boxer shorts but for playing cricket he had a couple of pairs of old fashioned white y-fronts. I was reading in bed when I happened to look up to see him standing there resplendent in these rather saggy undergarments. I could not stop laughing, fortunately he saw the funny side and we both ended up weeping with laughter.

LtEve you just reminded me of my mum telling me when her and stepdad went on holiday a few years ago and he was one of those men who’d take the bare minimum clothes for a two week holiday and wouldn’t buy new clothes. The first morning parading round the pool like a peacock in his budgie smuggler trunks he turned round and he has a sausage shape hanging down the back where they’d perished and he’d not bought any new ones. She said he thought he looked so fabulous she never told him all holiday. ?

We were preparing for a sex education lesson for Year 6. One of the mothers who was a midwife lent us a model of the pelvic girdle and a baby doll to demonstrate. The male Y6 teacher demonstrated, the baby doll got stuck so he tugged a little harder, and pulled the head off.
Widespread hysteria.

MerylStreep

If I ever want a belly laugh ( no pun intended) this woman does it for me.
Warning: swearing. It’s a long advert before the video but worth it.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbU2euEGuP8

Well MerylStreep that video set me off! Am sat now with mascara running down my face and am just in hysterics reading the next few posts! Husband is looking at me like I've lost the plot.

Ohhhhh my life !! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
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The video is hillllarious MerylStreep

Just want to add, to those above who love Bill Bryson's books, so do I. They are absolutely brilliant and SO funny. He's a tonic.

Margareta Pracatan always had me laughing. She was hilarious!
Margareta Pracatan on Clive James

I have laughed more often reading Bill Brysons’ books than any other author.
Even while alone -which is quite a compliment to any comedy

Just thinking about some of the daft scenarios can have me sniggering and spitting my tea out
Love Bill Bryson

youtu.be/ObOkhXGu7oY

one christmas day , after I had a glass of champagne (I am usually tee total) my dad phoned up who made Victor Meldrew look like a happy chap, while trying to stay focused on the call all hell broke loose when our German Shepherd dog jumped up into the kitchen sink to get the turkey carcass, so I was trying to explain to my dad "I have got to go because the dog is in the kitchen sink" dad replied "why is he in the sink?" to get the turkey of course! by which time I was laughing so much I wet my pants, fell off the chair and my ten year old took the phone and said "sorry grandad but mummy is too drunk to talk at the moment, she has wet herself!"

I was once in Venice with a friend and we decided to go to early Mass in the basilica of San Marco. It was a small congregation and halfway through the service a mobile phone started to ring. We both panicked, rummaging in our bags while the priest glared at everyone. But neither of us was the culprit. Eventually, the priest took the ringing phone out of his cassock pocket and sheepishly switched it off. I caught my friend's eye and our shoulders started to shake and we had that terrible ache that comes from needing to laugh and not being able to. As soon as the service was over, we made a bolt for it and treated ourselves to breakfast in one of the expensive lagoon restaurants.

If you get a chance to see the Play That Goes Wrong, do. Pure slapstick, beautifully done. I laughed continuously from start to finish.

I have had several daft moments but the one that sticks in my mind involves my previous partner. Our son was in the pram and he had a squeaky toy. Just as my partner went outside and up the garden I pressed the squeaky toy. He stood stock still and signalled for me to be quiet. We both stood there in silence and he said that he had heard a cockatoo bird! Eh? So i squeaked it again while he wasn’t looking. Again he just stood there. I knew that he thought the noise was from the bird. I did it again and then started to speak to him. He went nuts and told me to be quiet as the bird was nearby. haha! I never did tell him but I did get my story printed in a womens magazine and got £50 for it. Thank you for the laugh and the cash.

A couple spring to mind : firstly a practical joke hubby, myself and brother-in-law's wife played on brother-in-law. Long before water metering was a reality, we gave him a a letter purporting to be from the water company, saying his water was going to be metered. At the time he had an enormous fish pond in the garden and water being filtered /renewed in it. It wasn't that funny a joke, but his apoplectic fury was hysterical to watch, and then further side-splitting laughing at his fury at the 3 of us when he realised he'd been had!

The other was when my son and I, son then in his late teens/early twenties, saw the local nosy old bag who used to walk her dog up our street while having a good nose into people's front windows. Son and I looked at each other, and burst out into a loud rendition of Lionel Richie's son "Hello, is it me you're looking for" directly at her through the window. She huffed and shuffled her bosom (think Les Dawson) and scuttled off up the road. I think son and I were nearly in need of dry underwear. The said nosy old bag didn't do it again, and years later I still chuckle at this childish but satisfying naughtiness!