I think whoopee cushions are very funny, but mooning is even funnier
I always make a face and often strike an amusing pose at the security cameras at work
When I’m climbing on my mountainbike I make motocrosser noises in my head, and when I’m descending I go ‘WHEEEEEEEEEEE’ in my head and laugh out loud on singletrack
I make up voices for animals and say things out loud as if I am that animal when I see them.
I’m 44.
this made me laugh. good work johnny morris!
if anyone bends over, or otherwise brings attention to their posterior, whether it be on the tellybox or in an actual real world situation, i HAVE to blow a raspberry. just, y’know, cos farts are funny…
Today I was ‘sending it’ over a bank on my cyclocross bike in our club race. Although this got some cheers, on lap 3 my bars rotated forwards and I had to spend the rest of the race with my hands near my knees so I could use the brakes. (tthew, aged 37 1/2)
When out & about, if one runs across a load of primary school kids doing cycling proficiency, is it acceptable to bunny hop over a speed bump and then accelerate away out of the saddle, waving cheerily?
Andy
Wot, no wheelie? That’s what any local chavs normally do.
When I worked in a school, another (also mature) female member of staff and I had office chair races down the hall.
I pretend to be a monster when walking on my own and make thunderous footstep sound fx’s.
I try to hand glide on supermarket trollies using my body wieght to go around corners.
When cycling I pretend that cars and other vehicles are crashing and blowing up around me and I’m swerving through it all and I also talk to animals and birds when out and about.
I dont pretend to be naff all. I do meow at the neighbours cat from time to time though. One of the cats meows back if i do it… if i speak to it,its silent.
Cullen, you even act like a boss from time to time. “martin,you are sacked!”
I suck jelly through a straw, it makes great farting noises, kids love doing it, wife has to leave the room.
I get my daughter to press my nose when I want to burp.
I shoot pedestrians and drivers with my invisible death-ray laser when out riding.
My supermarket trolley is a Spitfire, the others are Messerschmitt’s, I manage to shoot most of them down, which is nice as I live near the German border.
When I was a kid, I used to ‘ride’ shopping trolleys by getting a head of speed up and then jumping and locking my arms out on the bar. Occasionally, I still do.
Always. It’s the law.
1. It’s christmas shopping time, so to make it bearable I use the tubes of wrapping paper as bazukas to shoot ditherers out of my way, complete with a “THUNK” noise as I fire it.
2. When in a quiet shop with the GF and she whispers to me “I need a poo!”, I reply in a loud voice “YOU NEED A WHAT, LOVE?”