Funny….

I started a blog “Breaks my heart” and didn’t have the heart to publish.. The last couple blogs have been kinda downers. Figured “up” was in order.

What tickles your funny bone?

I have a list.. And u can prolly tell by it, I’m old. Funny to me is: Tim Conway. Steve Martin. Richard Pryor. John Belushi. Barney Fife. Nicholson, in his own kinda way.

Inside jokes. What is funner than looking at a friend, thinking the same thought and laughter happens. Or, said keyword (a story/situation from yesterday) and immediate laughter.

America’s Funniest Home Videos… unpaid folks looking stupid. The Best!

Imitations. Imitations are good, especially when done by friends, and of folks that are just clearly weird. Kinda like an inside joke, but with animation.

When something really shitty, really stupid, happens to ya. You realize “what an idiot I am/was” and you simply HAVE to laugh. Ok, get to. Choose to.

Seeing a toddler address something they’ve never seen before. Like a puppy. Or snow. Or candles that relight after you’ve blown them out. My son, for whatever reason, hated grass as a child. Whenever we’d lower him to the grass, his legs would raise up as if to say “huh uh.” I thought it was kinda humorous.

Body noises. I’ve mentioned before when the 12 of us would sit around granny’s table to eat, grandpa turned off his hearing aid because all the chatter bugged him. In doing so, he couldn’t hear his own pooters, thus, he friggin’ “let em go” ‘cause he figured no one else could either.

An email joke where you can’t predict the Doris Day ending. Like this quick one Kendra sent me….

A man met a beautiful blonde lady and decided he wanted to marry her right away.

She said, 'But we don't know anything about each other.'

He said, 'That's all right, we'll learn about each other as we go along.'

So she consented, they were married, and off they went on a honeymoon at a very nice resort.

One morning they were lying by the pool, when he got up off of his towel, climbed up to the 10 meter board and did a two and a half tuck, followed by three rotations in the pike position, at which point he straightened out and cut the water like a knife.

After a few more demonstrations, he came back and lay down on the towel. She said, 'That was incredible!'

He said, 'I used to be an Olympic diving champion. You see, I told you we'd learn more about each other as we went along.'

So she got up, jumped in the pool and started doing laps. After seventy -five laps she climbed out of the pool went to lie down on her towel and was hardly out of breath.

He said, 'That was incredible! Were you an Olympic endurance swimmer?'

'No,' she said, 'I was a prostitute in Memphis but I worked both sides of the Mississippi…”

Unexpected. Unexpected is good. We’re so patterned in life, it takes outta the ordinary to make fun happen.

Familiarity is fun. You know what I mean. If you sit in a business meeting, you KNOW everyone, but you don’t really KNOW everyone. If you’re in your own living room, amongst a group of friends, all is comfy, familiar. Fun happens.

I’ll never forget being at a friend’s house… their daughter was having an “X-rated” kinda-sorta bachelorette party… Some representative from Priscilla’s (or similar) was there showing off toys, clothing, videos, and “enhancers”.. The topic came up of (Close your ears) the vagina. The head lady in charge said “Have you ever really studied your vagina? It’s really quite ugly.” (Giggles.) Then, one by one, they passed around a 6” round mirror, and proceeded into the bathroom to personally ‘study’ their own vagina. The looks on their faces as they emerged - priceless. The laughs, funny. The faces, really red. “OMG, it’s SO ugly!” Funny.

You had to have been there. Sometimes the written word doesn’t do justice to “funny.” Like my buddy Sanford. Sanford had polio as a youth. Because of this, the left size of his body is like twice the size of the right side. In our ‘running days’, Sanford was a weirdo (said with love.) His right size (the ‘weak‘ side), due to weightlifting was no slouch. Sanford had a propensity, in our ‘running days’ to be at a party, and disappear. One night, Sanford was nowhere to be found around 11:30-ish pm. I ran outside. There he was, 9/10’s of his body hanging out the 2nd floor restroom, but hanging by his humongous side arm, firmly holding onto the window sill. See? You had to have been there. But a moment I will never forget.

Fun involves smiles. You know my thoughts on smiles. I hope funny happens to you. And upon occasion, I hope funny happens here. I’m very appreciative of your eyeballs. It’s my ‘pay’, so to speak, for being here.

God Bless comedies, stand up comedians, friends, email jokes, instant “copied in” smartass emails amongst friends, the eyeballs of life “Catching “ funny stuff….

Fun/funny happens. Please (Victor, this is to you) allow this crap to sneak into your life, and enjoy it when it does. K, a promise. Later, going to watch Letterman’s top ten. Love, Victurd.