Cribtop
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ORIGINAL: Canoerebel Nobody else laughs so hard that they cry (or, if you're a woman, lose control of your bladder, as my wife has done a few times over the years)? I can think of five occasions in which I've laughed that hard. Here's the top one: Back in September 2003, me and my family (wife and, at the time, children who were 10, 9 and 6) were trying to see all the sights around the mall in Washington DC while the remants of a hurricane moved in. The last stop in the afternoon was the National Air and Space Museum. In the basement, about fifteen minutes before closing time, we found a bunch of flight simulators. There were three, so my children took first dibs, leaving me with just a couple of minutes to give it a shot myself. I climbed in and somehow managed to invert the simulator. I couldn't get it upright. It kept bouncing, which kept me bouncing upside down, giving me a horrible headache. Meanwhile, stuff was falling out of my pockets, like pens and papers and coins. These, in turn fell through seams in the cockpit, descending to the floor,which started my family to laughing. When I exited the machine, I held my hands to my head and groaned against the headache, which made my family laugh all the more. It was closing time, so the security guards started vigorously shooing us to the entrance. Only we were slow, because we were laughing so hard, which angered them. The guards and remaining visitors looked at us like we were crazy, which added to our mirth. Finally, we made it to the door, donning cheap plastic ponchos since it was raining outside. As we walked out, a big wind gust lifted all our ponchos straight up in the air. This was the straw the broke the camel's back. We were an out-of-control family staggering down the mall sidewalk laughing our heads off in a hurricane. No wonder you hate pilot training so much, Dan. It's a flashback to this incident! My biggest laughs came from an unprintable incident in college. The broad outlines involve a Halloween party day after situation, the mauling of a Confederate Space Alien (a hilarious send-up of my favorite National Enquirer headline about "Confederate Bomber found on Moon"), and the now immortal words: "Don't move... It isn't MUD!" I hasten to add that I was, for once, an innocent spectator to these events.
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