Laugh till my belly hurts

I really need to schedule a girls night.

...complete with a frankenfurter

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what a strange style decade, its like they took their lead from the vogons

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when i am not laughing at brutally honest personals, i have been listening to bbc 7 on the net especially the vinyl cafe and having a hoot

.. this girlfriend I’ve had for about 20 years, who’s just crazy. When I was living in London, I had an opportunity to spend more time, more regularly with her for the first time since we were teenagers.

She’s like my one girlfriend who has the most amazing ability to make me just laugh. Crazy thing is, I do it to her too. More often than not, our time together is spent laughing and laughing and laughing, until literally my ribs are aching and I wake up the next morning with sore muscles around them. Of course, in the morning I’ll start laughing all over again… cause she’s HILARIOUS!!!

That to me is good friendship. I love that laughter and hilarity is the cornerstone of our friendship along with a generosity of not just material things, but a generosity of spirit as well. It helps that she is a beautiful person inside and out I think. She’s like one of my oldest, dearest girlfriends. I think she’s a wild woman, but I’m a wild woman to her too… and I love her for that.

Laughter is the best medicine for everything.

This is a true story …you could not make this stuff up!!!

An elderly Florida lady did her shopping, and upon returning to her car, found four males in the act of leaving with her vehicle.
She dropped her shopping bags and drew her handgun, proceeding to
scream at the top of her voice, “I have a gun, and I know how to use
it! Get out of the car!”
The four men didn’t wait for a second invitation. They got out and ran
like mad. The lady, somewhat shaken, then proceeded to load her
shopping bags into the back of the car and got into driver’s seat.
She was so shaken that she could not get her key into the ignition.
She tried and tried, and then it dawned on her why. A few minutes later, she found her own car parked four or five spaces farther down.
She loaded her bags into the car and drove to the police station. The
sergeant to whom she told the story couldn’t stop laughing. He pointed
to the other end of the counter, where four pale men were reporting a
car jacking by a mad, elderly woman described as white, less than five feet tall, glasses, curly white hair, and carrying a large handgun. No charges were filed.

(copied and pasted from Eddieizzard forum site)

Laughed till my belly hurt. Also laughed till I was gasping for air; laughed in that embarrassing way you do when the laughter just bursts out of you; laughed so hard I had to cross my legs to keep from peeing my pants; came very close to spitting water all over the table; snorted…
Experienced a good range of laughter last night with my best girls. I’m sure it added a year to my life; but it could have taken a year off and it still would have been worth it!

After all, what beats a good belly laugh?