Topic: Funny Stuff That Happens To you...
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Tom4Uhere

Tue 10/22/19 06:50 PM

This is about relating the funny stuff or things that happen that strikes you as funny that ACTUALLY happened to you. Or because of you....

Back in 93, I was new at a job.
The boss handed me a box with a bunch of number kits in it and a list of VIN numbers and the corresponding Unit number I was tasked with applying.
For each VIN there was a separate number package consisting of 5 sets of all the numbers from 0-9.
He told me after the 4 unit numbers were applied, just throw away the leftovers because each packet was charged to that trucks cost.
So I applied the numbers as directed.
However...
I kept the excess I was told to just throw away.

So, this box of numbers sat under my toolbox for a week or so and I came up with the idea of putting unit numbers on my old beat up work truck.
I could have chosen any number I wanted but for me, it had to be different and weird.

So...
I took two 8s and 4 1s and placed an 8 on the center front of my hood and the center top of the tailgate. Beside the 8 I placed one 1 and cut the other and placed it in such a way to form an arrow pointing up.

Now my truck was known of as the 'ate up' truck.
LOL, I wonder how many people in traffic behind me got it, LOL.

Wait, here's another...

Back when I was going to church.
Every Sunday during service they would pass around the plate.
I would watch people as the plate was passed along the pews, lol.
What was seriously funny to me was every once in awhile, someone would put in a $20 and take out some $1s. Made me laugh.
I dunno, I know I'm weird but...?

So, if ya got any stories that are funny but ACTUALLY happened to ya, here's yer chance.
Let your weirdness shine...
Or, are ya skeered.
Edited by Tom4Uhere on Tue 10/22/19 06:53 PM
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soufiehere

Tue 10/22/19 08:21 PM

Your church story reminded me...

When I was 13 and with the non-custodial parent on a visit,
my Mother decided that Sunday we would visit a Methodist
church (she was big into checking out all of them) about
which we knew absolutely nothing.

We were a wee early so my Mother bustled my sister and I
down the aisle to the very first row, she did not want us
to miss anything.

People began filing in but there was some kind of chasm
between them and us as the back seats went first.

Soon the minister/pastor/whatever arrived and gave his sermon..
we were all ears, having never heard a sermon before (we were
Mormons) and it seemed to us it was over too soon.

Next thing we know, there are 2 men with long poles with a
sort of plate attached waving them in front of our faces.
We started to giggle, we had no clue what was going on.

Mother was soon onto it and began searching in her purse for
some change. Now everyone behind us was starting to snicker,
this did not help us gigglers at all.

Finally Mother found a dime. She looked at the man for approval,
he nodded and she tossed the coin onto the plate.

Where it proceeded to roll around and around, slower and slower
which set off the laughter again (we were pretty sure this was
not normal) it seemed interminable, the entire audience listening
to this one thin dime spinning around the plate.

Finally, it stopped.
We were so embarrassed.
Mainly because we could not stop laughing.
Under the stern eye of the minister we gathered ourselves up and
slunk up the aisle and out the doors, biting our tongues the entire
time trying to stop laughing.

Which we did, as soon as we were outside the church.

Turns out I am a church laugher, I also laugh at funerals.
Something about it being so highly inappropriate..something
deep inside just..goes.
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Poetrywriter

Tue 10/22/19 08:30 PM

Back when I was in the Air Force in Florida many moons ago we were going to have a video and demonstration in our movie hall of the effects of drinking on the human body. They wanted a volunteer to sit on stage and drink straight vodka while the video was playing. Of course I volunteered so I could get a day off work. I sat at a small table with a bottle of vodka and I drank as much as I could while the video was playing. After the video was over the instructor came on stage and asked me a number of questions and I was not really in any kind of condition to be answering questions intelligently. When the demonstration was over I was taken back to our barracks and I remember laying in bed watching the room go around and around and I heard some kind of buzzing sound. To this day I do not know where that sound was coming from but I do remember I was in my birthday suit and I ran down the hallway screaming "The locust are coming, the locust are coming." laugh They couldn't very well do anything to me since it was their idea for me to drink. laugh
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Poetrywriter

Tue 10/22/19 08:34 PM


Your church story reminded me...

When I was 13 and with the non-custodial parent on a visit,
my Mother decided that Sunday we would visit a Methodist
church (she was big into checking out all of them) about
which we knew absolutely nothing.

We were a wee early so my Mother bustled my sister and I
down the aisle to the very first row, she did not want us
to miss anything.

People began filing in but there was some kind of chasm
between them and us as the back seats went first.

Soon the minister/pastor/whatever arrived and gave his sermon..
we were all ears, having never heard a sermon before (we were
Mormons) and it seemed to us it was over too soon.

Next thing we know, there are 2 men with long poles with a
sort of plate attached waving them in front of our faces.
We started to giggle, we had no clue what was going on.

Mother was soon onto it and began searching in her purse for
some change. Now everyone behind us was starting to snicker,
this did not help us gigglers at all.

Finally Mother found a dime. She looked at the man for approval,
he nodded and she tossed the coin onto the plate.

Where it proceeded to roll around and around, slower and slower
which set off the laughter again (we were pretty sure this was
not normal) it seemed interminable, the entire audience listening
to this one thin dime spinning around the plate.

Finally, it stopped.
We were so embarrassed.
Mainly because we could not stop laughing.
Under the stern eye of the minister we gathered ourselves up and
slunk up the aisle and out the doors, biting our tongues the entire
time trying to stop laughing.

Which we did, as soon as we were outside the church.

Turns out I am a church laugher, I also laugh at funerals.
Something about it being so highly inappropriate..something
deep inside just..goes.



You are a laugher? Did you laugh at your wedding? laugh
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Tom4Uhere

Tue 10/22/19 08:50 PM

Oh man, the military days!

We were doing ops on a beach in Norway one winter in the 80s.
The guys were all bunked in the tent and I was in my weapons carrier converted to a shop on wheels.
First I gotta tell ya I was in charge of the light plant and the power distribution panel so my home away from home had electrical power - even on the beach in the middle of a Norwegian winter.
That being said, know I had a hot plate.
I had an electric heater.

So, I'm in my lil winnebago in a snow storn, listening to music, cooking Jiffy Pop on my hot plate with the heater cooking me...in my skivies.
Low and behold, the door opens and an Admiral steps in.
The door, on a spring closes behind him and I hear a roar of laughter from everyone outside.

Embarrassed I saluted best I could and offered the Admiral some fresh hot popcorn. LOL, he took it, leaned against the bench and shot the shiat with me for a half hour till it got too hot for him.
He grabbed one last handfull of popcorn, bid farwell with a hearty "keep it up sailor" and steped outside.

I hadda look.
The expression on the guys faces were priceless.
I just grinned and closed the door and finished my popcorn.

The rest of the deployment, everything was about popcorn.
Those guys were really creative with their ribbing but it was all in fun.

The officer in charge did thank me.
I guess the Admiral gave him a good eval.
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Tom4Uhere

Tue 10/22/19 08:54 PM

Did you laugh at your wedding?

I did.
When she was asked if she wed thee she blurted out "Yeah, I wed ya."
I looked at her and burst out laughing.
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Tom4Uhere

Tue 10/22/19 08:59 PM

Oh yeah, thinking about that Norway deployment.
They have highways made of water called fjords.
Well, along the fjords they have billboards just like we do along the highways.
One of the billboards read
"Saute Farte?" er something that I read as 'sucked a fart?"
I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes.
When I tried to tell others what I saw, they didn't get it - it made me laugh even harder.
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Tom4Uhere

Tue 10/22/19 10:01 PM

Back when the boys were young teenagers we all went out to Aunt Tim and Uncle Linda's place in the country to have BBQ.
The boys wandered off to the pond while we all sat around gabbing.
It wasn't too long before the boys came running, bucket in hand all excited.
They found an animal and put it in a bucket.

Well, Aunt Tim, always one to share knowledge with the kids, identified it as a beaver.
The kids asked if he could put it on the BBQ for them.
Tim commenced to tell them that you can eat beaver but if you don't clean it right it is greasy and smells like fish.

My sister turned the most interesting shade of red and my X burst out in laughter and I soon followed.
Tim and the kids just looked bewildered at us laughing.
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soufiehere

Tue 10/22/19 10:31 PM


You are a laugher? Did you laugh at your wedding? laugh

Dude I laugh at EVERYTHING.
We are such silly creatures ;-)
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catinidaho

Tue 10/22/19 10:45 PM

It's not funny. I guess you had to be there.
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Tom4Uhere

Tue 10/22/19 10:52 PM


It's not funny. I guess you had to be there.

LOL
laugh
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Tom4Uhere

Wed 10/23/19 07:44 PM

Back when the boys were pre-teens I took them dinosaur hunting.
Mamma printed them out special Dinosaur hunting licenses and everything.

We left in the early dawn and went out back into the forest.
We were looking to capture the elusive Crotchasaurus. But only a female Crotchasaursu known as the Horny Crotchasaurus. Males don't have horns.

So, we are scouring the forest looking for our prey with red pencils in hand and my youngest son decides to spout off at the top of his lungs just how big and ready his red pencil was.

Our prey scrurried away without so much as a sighting.

Later, while we were coming back from they store I spied a Horny Crotchasurus at the street corner. The boys got all excited but I had to warn them those Horny Crotchasauruses are diseased and they don't want them.
Always find your Horny Crotchasaurus in the wild.

My youngest son just sat there weeping, he really wanted to use his red pencil.