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Laughing in inappropriate situations

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I have just read an article online where the parent of a 5yr old has been called into school because the child laughs every time at her teachers name. (Ms. Butt incase you're wondering)

It reminds me of a time one of my dads neighbours called into our house, and was telling us about how when he was in school one of his teachers used to beat him. He always refers to himself in the third person, and was so mad telling the story his face was changing colour. I of course was trying to keep a straight face but he started reinacting one particular situation and I started howling laughing, he got so defensive and told me that it wasn't a bit funny, and not to be laughing.

Have you ever made a bad situation awkward by bursting out laughing?

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fryup

Tourettes syndrome is a very distressing condition for sufferers and they have my deepest sympathy....but..i remember watching this documentary with my parents and crying with laughter at it

i defy anyone not to laugh at it..

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtCG0wG-5E0

(maybe its the scottish accents :pac:)

[Deleted User]

Just reading these posts I'm hysterical !! :-) :-)

Olishi4

73Cat wrote: »

Myself and my best friend used to laugh hysterically at Mass, we'd only have to look at each other and we'd be off. We would be trying to laugh quietly, and the whole bench would be shaking. I'm fairly sure I can remember the priest giving out about us once from the altar. Probably made us laugh all the more.

My best friend and I were the exact same. We noticed that some mass-goers would tend to say prayers really loud and faster than everyone else like a ramble from an auctioneer. We'd joke that it was like they were in a race to finish the prayer before everyone to get in God's good books first. We'd hear someone do it and just have to look at each other and the laughing would start

Lady Chatterton

73Cat wrote: »

Jesus I'm cringing remembering this. When my Dad was dying for about the last half hour his breathing became really slow. He would take a breath, and not breathe out for what seemed like ages, I'd say "he's gone now", and then he would breathe again. I'd say "sorry Dad" and myself and my sister would start laughing it was so comical. Pure nerves though was what it was. I know If he could have he'd have been laughing along with us, he'd have seen the funny side

What a beautifully poignant post, thank you

Mena Mitty

I always laugh at the most inoppertune moments. I think it's a kind of coping mechanism..for me anyway. I tried telling a nun once when she was beating the bejasus outta me that the doctor told my mother that it was a 'nervous laugh' but she was having none of it. The more she beat me the more I laughed. There was another girl like me in my class.

It's very embarrassing sometimes when you're trying to be serious and you just burst out laughing.

fryup

think its great to see so many people here having a funny moment at deathbeds and funerals...think its good & healthy to have a laugh at what can otherwise be a very hard time in anyone's life

SEPT 23 1989

It's like the brain is preprogrammed to react in such a way

looksee

In my late teens I worked as a clerical officer in a Probation and Aftercare service office. Most of us were in our teens and early twenties and all female. We behaved absolutely properly on duty, but you found yourself typing quite difficult reports, dealing with drunks, going to the court and the prison etc. At break time however we had 15 minutes of complete hysterics in our break room, about anything and everything and not particularly to do with people or cases coming in. The boss would send in messages occasionally to tell us to make less noise - though it was he who thought it was good for morale (of whom?) to have all these young wans working in the place!

If you overhear people working in sensitive situations having a laugh, give them a bit of a break, they are not necessarily being unfeeling

fryup

^^^^^^^^^^^^

its just a release

Carry

Deleted User wrote: »

Just reading these posts I'm hysterical !! :-) :-)

same here ...

Captain Havoc

73Cat wrote: »

Jesus I'm cringing remembering this. When my Dad was dying for about the last half hour his breathing became really slow. He would take a breath, and not breathe out for what seemed like ages, I'd say "he's gone now", and then he would breathe again. I'd say "sorry Dad" and myself and my sister would start laughing it was so comical. Pure nerves though was what it was. I know If he could have he'd have been laughing along with us, he'd have seen the funny side

Something very similar happened me when my grandad died. We were waiting ages and the breaths were getting further apart and eventually he passed. He was dead about a minute when the guy in the bed across from him starts wheezing in his sleep, all of us around my grandad's bed were trying not to laugh but we couldn't hold it in.

_Whimsical_

Found myself in the front seat of Christmas eve mass several years ago. Its a church where the row of seats faces the other side of the church so you have a constant audience of a couple of hundred people during the service.

The altar and crib are located between the two sections of the audience /whatever it's called at mass.

Before mass a girl of around 20 approached the crib in pious reverence, hands together before her in prayer as she walked up looking terribly elegant. She dropped to her knees in front of it in a sort of beautiful, dramatic homage to the baby Jesus but somehow landed awkwardly and landed face first into the crib with him. There was a collective "ohhhh" of concern from the congregation but fair play to her she got back up and continued praying.
And then it struck me that it was a little funny but I really shouldn't laugh... and so I laughed. In full view of 300 people. The more I thought about how awful it was that I was laughing and how all these people were watching and how really it was very embarrassing and I was making a show of myself the more I laughed. Ended up an hr of me battling against myself to try and not laugh with little success. Trying to stifle giggles, pretend I was burying my head in prayer at one point as my shoulders shuck no doubt giving me away, in complete panic I even considered trying to pretend I was crying!

I wasn't even laughing at the girl after a min of two, I was laughing at how utterly awkward I felt myself and how I was completely mortifying myself but couldn't stop. I still both laugh and cringe in horror when I think of it. I console myself that it was Christmas eve and those hundreds of people watching me probably thought I was drunk. I was not.

Cupcake_Crisis

At my nans funeral years back, all the grandchildren piled into 2 pews. Someone at the end got a dose of the giggles and it slowly worked it's way through all of us. After about 2 minutes there was 2 pews full of us red faced and teary eyed from trying to hold in the laughter.

My mam turned around, presumably to give me a clatter, but when she saw the amount of us in feckin ribbons it started her off, which started everyone in the front pew off too. The priest had to stop to give us all a minute to compose ourselves. Nanny would have been so proud.

razorblunt

I was at a wedding in the summer, in a church that allowed people to sit to the left and right of the altar.
When it came to Communion, I wasn't going up so I was just people watching, friends of mine were on the left side and I was wondering which of them would go up for it.
This old woman was getting communion and asked for it to be placed in her hand, she then proceeded to scoff it so quickly it was like she was a newly released POW. For some reason I found this to be the funniest thing I'd seen in quite some time and looked around to see who else had seen it, my row and the row in front (all friends) hadn't, I even checked the row behind.
I was shaking so much holding the laughter in my row and the row in front were vibrating. It broke out in bursts every now and then.
Every now and then I think of that and it sets me off again, it was like the Cookie Monster.

Legionn_of_Dan

My fiancee was sitting in the kitchen when her father stood up from looking under the sink and straight into an open press door. Split his scalp and pumped blood. All my fiancee could do was howl laughing as he roared and bled everywhere. She claims it was out of nervousness and shock.

sbsquarepants

I was giving a girl I work with a lift one day, we were having a laugh and I wasn't paying proper attention and pulled out in front of a cyclist - entirely my fault. Cyclist ended up on the bonnet of the car and I ended up practically pissing myself laughing - needless to say he didn't see the funny side of it, started threatening all sorts which just made me laugh more.
I don't know how he didn't box the head off me to be honest!

fryup

_Whimsical_ wrote: »

I still both laugh and cringe in horror when I think of it. I console myself that it was Christmas eve and those hundreds of people watching me probably thought I was drunk. I was not.

don't worry half the people there were probably drunk as well

JakeBell

I was about 28 and in a nursing home with my Dad visiting his very old aunt. She asked if he was still in school and I burst out laughing.

pq0n1ct4ve8zf5

When I was a teenager a cousin of mine about 12 years younger than me (she was say four at the time) was brought out to sing a song for everyone at some family function. I like her parents but they can be pretty protective of or precious about their kids or something, basically they didn't see the funny side of what you can probably see is coming next.

Wee cuz launches into a rendition of I Can't Help Falling In Love With You, typical little kid stuff, not really in tune, words wrong, stopping for breath in the middle of words. Cute or cringe depending on the viewer. But she made really intense eye contact with me the whole time, didn't fcuking blink.

With absolutely no forewarning I burst out laughing, like it wasn't 'oh sh1t I really feel like laughing', just zero to guffaw. Cuz keeps going, pro that she is, the eye contact does get pretty frowny though. Cuz's mother and my mother give me the angriest fcuking stares, her mother does seem really offended, which makes it worse and I can't stop.

Had to leave the room. That aunt is just about warming up to me again.

Summer wind

My mam and I were at an annual mass in a graveyard. When it was over the priest was going around blessing the graves. One of our neighbours a man in his 50's walked over to talk to my mam. He had recently hurt his leg and was walking with a limp and for some weird reason was holding his wife's handbag. One look at him bouncing up and down walking with a woman's handbag hanging over his wrist was enough to make me have to bite the inside of my jaw to try and stop laughing. I had to pretend I was fierce interested in the grave blessing and prayed he wouldn't talk to me cos there's no way I wouldn't have laughed out loud. My mam just about managed not to.

andekwarhola

If my kids had a teacher called Ms Butt, they'd have to have a trained medic and oxygen masks on hand in class.

ahlookit

andekwarhola wrote: »

If my kids had a teacher called Ms Butt, they'd have to have a trained medic and oxygen masks on hand in class.

Wait til they meet her brother Seymour

(c) Bart Simspson

looksee

andekwarhola wrote: »

If my kids had a teacher called Ms Butt, they'd have to have a trained medic and oxygen masks on hand in class.

She could always go Hyacinth Bouquet and call herself Bute.

IamtheWalrus

Mass as a youngster (I think knowing that I was dicing with death if my religious mother saw me) and in a steam room at a swimming pool with strangers.

IrishZeus

My daughters christening, only a few weeks go. Baby on my lap, our 2 year old on my wifes lap.

We had a very "stern" priest - he is grand normally apparently but no craic at all before/during the ceremony. Anyways, he proceeds to launch into a lecture about turning off phones and not talking or making noise and all this stuff about the church being a sanctuary and needing to be respected. No photos to be taken, no whispering or talking whilst other families were being blessed etc etc.

Anyways, he eventually comes to an end with, "I trust thats ok with everyone here." To which my 2 year old stands, turns, grabs her Peppa Pig ball and fires it out in front of him and starts screaming at him to throw it back to her.

He didn't see the funny side and hoofed it down the back of the church but half the people there were in stitches. Think it was a few hours before he could turn the other cheek on that one

Robsweezie

Guigh orainn na peacaigh = pray for us sinners. A line from hail mary.

I remember getting in trouble alongside another fella over giggling during prayer time. I laughed at the word "peacaigh" as it sounded like paki, the racial slur. As it came to the line, his eyes caught mine, and we both lost our Sh!t laughing. Teacher stopped the whole thing and spent the next 5 minutes humbling us.

jennyhayes123

Ye have all given me a great laugh. First time in ages that I have belly laughed.

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fryup wrote: »

The movie - The Green Mile

the scene where yer man was executed and Percy didn't wet the sponge therefore pro-longing his death

couldn't stop laughing in the cinema at it thought it was hilarious esp at the bad smell bit with people putting their handkerchiefs to their noses

(am i sick ?)

And your username is FRYUP !!

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Stigura wrote: »

I used to drive my first wife to distraction, most mornings. Because, quite simply, I used to wake up in gales of laughter!

God knows why. As soon as I became conscious, I'd be aware that my mouth was wide open and I was laughing like a drain!

Used to genuinely make her angry! " How can you Be so happy, in the morning?! :mad: "

What the f**k did she want?!?

A divorce presumably