1) Your story reminded me of the time when I was about 12 or 13 y/o and we went to our local fall fair; and right to the midway to go on the rides and play games in the booths. We always went on this one ride that they called the Sizzler (I think) -- well, this ride weaved in and out and I always ended up on the outside for some reason.
Well, this day, I don't think I was feeling too good becuz I started to feel ill but I tried not to be ... well, just as we swung right to the outer limits by the guardrails (where all the families were waiting) ... I
... ya, I did ... everything I had eaten that day ... in one big, l-o-n-g stream ... flying through the air ... and all you could hear was this great, big m o a n .... from the crowd!!! I still laugh my guts out over that one (hahaha) and wonder how many got a nice splash of my lunch that day ... hahahaha ...
2) Another time I laughed the hardest was when NUMPSTER and her DH came up to have a holiday with us last; we rented this really nice chalet cottage and we were playing a board game that DH had crafted (and we gave it to them as a wedding gift). Well, all of a sudden my DH started moaning and squealing and squirming and rolling on the floor making all kinds of wierd noises; and I thought he was having a heart attack or something ... but he wasn't. He was a having a "charlie-horse attack" on the back of his thigh ... just out of the blue ...
Well, you had to be there to see the expression on his face but I started laughing and laughing and couldn't stop; I laughed so hard that ... and oh, how I hate to admit this anywhere in the world, but ... yep, I tinkled ... right there in the kitchen ...
I cannot think about this without laughing to this day ...
3) An earlier time was when we had a lovely BBQ and picnic in our backyard when we were kids; and some bees started hovering around our table. Since I had been stung by a whole hive of bees when I was a child (becuz my eldest brother decided the best way to get rid of a bee hive in the apple tree was to throw apples at it ... NOT!) Well, then later, I went to play in the sandbox and the whole hive of bees came after me. I was only about 4 y/o then -- what a nightmare.
I got over
75 bee stings from my head to my toes; well, that's the last count my mother could get. So, I had to stay up until midnight becuz that many stings could possibly kill you: thank GOD that I was rescued by a neighbour. So anyways (and this is related, honest) ... naturally, we were all terrified of them!!!
Just after we had all sat down to our nice BBQ steak dinner; mom and dad on one side and us girls on the other ... well, mom tried to calm us and tell us they wouldn't sting us but I could see the doubt even on her face, so up I went -- with my siblings right behind me, and we ran and ran and ran ...
Then I heard my mother's voice calling my name and it seemed like everything was in slow motion ... as I turned and saw it ... the whole picnic table and the food and plates ... tipping upside down on top of my mom and dad. Have you ever seen coleslaw flying through the air and landing in someone's hair and on their face ...
and well, macaroni salad too?
Oh, and my dad was sooo
... and didn't even stop to help my mom get up. Well, I won't tell you what he said: I'll let you imagine it ... #$@%&*+
So I ran back to help my poor mother get up and we quickly picked up the table; and thank goodness, the salad bowls had actually landed upright! So she told us to rescue the steaks, and put them back on the BBQ; clean up the mess and make my dad up a new plate; then we resumed our picnic (mom was always a quick thinker), but dad sulked in the back kitchen alone with his dinner (don't tell him I told you that).
Us girls cannot recall this incident without laughing still. The BBQ picnic that was ... well, a calamity of sorts, but hilarious nevertheless!!!
If I think of some more, I'll share them later.