The Funny/LOL Thread

Not sure which is creepier, the psycho dancing at 1:15 or at the start when wipes his brow with a lady's handkerchief and gives it back to her and also gives another fan a kiss on the lips. Ugh...

 

Met his match here...Janis was a goddess

 

Yes!

 

Oh my god. If Monty Python is 50, that makes me... ... ...

 

Still alive.

 

older than dirt?

 

True, and true. I suppose I should be glad about that!

 

Sorry, but this of course naturally makes one think of a certain Holy Grail scene...

Large Man: Here's one.
Dead Collector: Nine pence.
"Dead" Man: I'm not dead.
Dead Collector: What?
Large Man: Nothing. [hands the collector his money] Here's your nine pence.
"Dead" Man: I'm not dead!
Dead Collector: 'Ere, he says he's not dead.
Large Man: Yes he is.
"Dead" Man: I'm not.
Dead Collector: He isn't.
Large Man: Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.
"Dead" Man: I'm getting better.
Large Man: No you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment.
Dead Collector: Well, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations.
"Dead" Man: I don't want to go on the cart.
Large Man:' Oh, don't be such a baby.
Dead Collector: I can't take him.
"Dead" Man: I feel fine.
Large Man: Oh, do me a favor.
Dead Collector: I can't.
Large Man: Well, can you hang around for a couple of minutes? He won't be long.
Dead Collector: I promised I'd be at the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today.
Large Man: Well, when's your next round?
Dead Collector: Thursday.
"Dead" Man: I think I'll go for a walk.
Large Man: You're not fooling anyone, you know. Isn't there anything you could do?
"Dead" Man: I feel happy. I feel happy.
[The collector paces for an idea, then whacks the body with his club, solving the problem]
Large Man: Ah, thank you very much.
Dead Collector: Not at all. See you on Thursday.

(source = https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Monty_Python_and_the_Holy_Grail#Bring_out_your_dead)

 

Actually, how many other Friends have actually dressed up as a Monty Python Gungnir Multibit* somewhere across their lives?

That would be a strong "yes" from me!

*Honestly I wrote this as "I'm an idiot who tries to bypass the auto correct for Gungnir Multibit"** and the SBAF system auto-corrected to "Gungnir Multibit" - that is too 'effin funny.

**And I tried again and typed the same thing but with dashes between the letters and it came back with "I'm an idiot who tries to bypass the auto correct for Gungnir Multibit", so I tried "G*U*M*B*Y". Ha! Finally beat the system.

So who has dressed up as an 'effin "G*U*M*B*Y"???

 

I wanted to be there at that world record attempt. The Gumbies are my favourite type of idiot portrayed by Monty Python, completely self-aware yet so hilariously stupid and funny. The chartered accountant who turns into a gorilla is my second favourite...



f'ing brilliant.



P.S. I count the "At Last The 1948 Show" to pre-Monty Python. Think of it as going from Jaguar D-type to Jaguar E-type.

 

Perhaps British humour has long been surreal, and there are certainly predecessors to Monty Python. The Goon Show started on radio and goes way back into my childhood: Spike Milligan was a Great British Surrealist.

 

Before British surrealism there was drollity--entertaining but perceptive foolishness. For example, Oscar Wilde:

"Fox hunting is the unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible."

“I think God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.”

“Anybody can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathise with a friend's success.”

“No good deed goes unpunished.”

“Life is too short to learn German”

“This wallpaper is dreadful, one of us will have to go.”​

 

And... I believe that he did. Famous last words of, who?

I also like, "See! I told you I was ill!"

 

Inscribed on the aforementioned Milligan's gravestone:

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture...ns-gravestone-returned-after-family-feud.html

 

Many thanks for that! I think I knew it once, and am delighted to be reunited with the information.

 

The following quote (Shakespeare/Macbeth) may well be inscribed on the headstone of some BBC producer who, early on in Spike's career, declared him completely mad & unproduceable:

"Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it"

 

I think that the poor man did suffer terribly with mental-health problems. Maybe it was the price of that sort of genius.

 

Just really like the gesture with the right hand!

 

Yes, like all neonatal Catholics, I was waterboarded in a church by a guy dressed in a party gown. There were candles flickering nearby. I thought they were going to kill me.

I'm still proud I didn't give up any useful information, didn't rat out anybody. Then again, I hadn't yet learned to talk...this limited my usefulness as a federal witness.