Have you laughed today? If you feel depressed and negative you whole day will turn out bad, just like when you wake up with the wrong leg. Laughing just makes you feel good and content and satisfied. When you laugh at something funny it can help you make you feel great and you will change your attitude all of a sudden. Laughing is good for your body especially for your heart. During a laugh your body will pump lots of oxygen into your lungs and transport it to where it's needed. Laughing can have the effect of a positive feeling and we all know that the positive feelings and thoughts can be very powerful.

Okay, I know that you already know how healthy it is to laugh so today I want to make you laugh with a little video.

If You Laugh You Lose

Here are a video which I stumbled upon which I'd like to share with you. It's indeed hilarious. The thing is try to watch it without laughing. See when you'll laugh. I managed somewhat 0.27 seconds but had to laugh. LoL

I want you to watch it and enjoy it fully! Lean on your chair, make it yourself comfortable and watch it. You can even share it with your family or friends and see when they will burst into a big laugh! Have a try, you won't regret it.

Now tell me did you laugh or not? I had to laugh when I watched it for the first time but after 4 times I only laughed at the last two ladies but it was still funny to me.

Last but not Least

Here's pictures that made me laugh - hopefully it will make a smile on your face.

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The Evil Eye

This clip takes us back to the beginning of the horror genre. BIRTH. It's called The Evil Eye. It stars a young man looking to break into acting. He had limitless possibilities in his actor's toolbox, but we only needed one, The Evil Eye.

After you have been on this earth for a few days, you realize, that this world is a place of constant survival. Everyone and everything is potentially deadly, but with the understanding of a Kung Fu master you can prepare yourself for anything.

Kung-Fu Master

With the knowledge of Bruce Lee you enter the world that is a little darker. Knowing that everything is out to get you makes you strong and knowledgeable, but you're inexperienced. However, You know trouble, when you see it and “It's Not Funny!.... BLOOD!”

Misunderstood, and frustrated you rebel against the world. “Who are they, not to listen to me!” You start hanging out with a different crowd, doing “whatever”, you even stick your finger in your brother's mouth..

“Ouch,” Hmm, lesson learned. Just because an opponent can't talk, walk, sit up, or do anything, he is still deadly. So Never underestimate an Opponent.

Unless, It's that kid…

The more and more you think about it, the more you realized you could do anything; the only thing to fear is fear itself. “I am ready. Bring it on!”

However, this world is a scary place, for everyone, and especially parents. You have kids and you can parent, but you still really don't have complete control over them and deep down, you know, they know that. That is terrifying for any parent..

And this is why Dr. Phil is a putz..

When you get older, like 16, you start to take on responsibilities, which in itself is scary. The world gives you a job, which will slowly kill you and a car that will nearly kill you once every couple of years for the rest of your life. Ever fallen asleep at the wheel for a like a split second?

I mean when do you feel safe? At home? At work? What if you were a substitute teacher? And not just a substitute teacher, but also a substitute teacher of the 10th Grade on the last day of school!!!! Scary shit.

Even really nice jobs, like News Anchor, can be scary some days.

I mean that is some Hard Hitting journalism. And that was behind a desk, what if you were a field Reporter.

All in All, this is where I am at in life, looking for a professional place in this world and terrified that I don't have it yet. I want to be a filmmaker, and I am going be, starting at the end of next month. I am shooting my first short film, in my hometown, called “Blood in the Bay”. A horror short, hence my nightmares. For more go to the blood in the bay or my YouTube page and add me. I will leave you with one of my favorite clips, this alien looking baby makes the funniest faces.

I booked this gentleman's appointment and saw him through to the testing room with the optician. Such a wonderful old man, I hope I am as upbeat as that if I even get that far!

He tried on lots of frames and decided on a neat pair of rimless frames with a decent varifocal lens with MAR coating. As you can see, I am becoming quite adept at shop-speak. Shop-speak is a particular talent I've always coveted and I appear to have grasped it quickly. Anyhow, the gentleman left the shop seemingly happy with his choice.

"Ready in two weeks. We'll call you" I said to the gentleman.

I telephoned the old man and he duly came into collect his shiny new pair of glasses. I asked him to try the frames on to see if the vision and comfort were to his satisfaction. He responded with an approving nod and smile.

"So that will be £165 to pay please sir."

"I will post a cheque to you."

"Ah okay, a cheque is fine sir. Would you like me to get you a pen?"

The old man smiled and said, "I will send it in the post to you in a few days."

Now given this man's age, I pretended to ignore what he was actually saying and chose instead to believe he would like to leave the glasses with us until we had received the cheque.

I kindly say, "Not a problem sir, a cheque is fine. We will just hold these for you until the payment has cleared." I smile.

One of my hands is now firmly on the glasses case. I have no idea why, I don't think he would be able to outrun me if he decided to get up. In fact, in order to get up the old man needed to perform a 20-minute five-stage manoeuvre. For some reason, I still felt a firm hand was necessary. I felt the old man grip the other side of the case with all the force he could muster. I felt like I was arguing with Montgomery Burns.

"Why don't you have any respect for me? Why don't you trust me? Opticians always allow me to take the glasses and send a cheque. I will take these glasses now and send a cheque in the post!"

Try to place yourself in my position. Either this lovely old man is in an advanced stage of dementia or he is trying it on with me, using that veil of venerability and deference as some sort of ruse to obtain his glasses for nowt. No matter how old this man was, and how much i liked the strange chap, I was not having any of it and embarrassingly I descended into the lowest known form of the English language…shop diplomacy.

"I am very sorry sir but it is not our policy to hand out glasses without first receipt of full payment."

(I have no idea where such phrases come from. I think it is that half of the brain that the world's best brain scientists have not yet managed to conquer.)

"Well, if you have no trust for your best patients (this nutty old man had been a patient with us for all of two weeks) then I will go elsewhere! I demand to have a copy of my prescription! I will go elsewhere! What is your name? I demand to see your manager about this!"

This strange and wonderful man had just made my day.

At the time, I felt this too much of a bargain to pass up. I work in the public eye. I am the face of the company. When people walk into the finest optical dispensary this side of Milan, they want a professional, pristine service and I feel that my attire needs to reflect this philosophy.

Now ideally, I like to wear a different shirt every day. I was constantly dropping subway on my usual two and going into work with ranch sauce all over my collar. I looked like I had sprayed a load of bloody puss all over myself. So, I pass by this, let's be honest, incredible deal while doing a "weekly shop" at my local JS. Two shirts. £8. What more do you need to know?

However, because the shirts were made my Filipino slaves who were forced to stitch together the shirts from 2-D diagrams using a sheet of the lowest quality cotton/polyester imaginable and with the threat of their family all being thrown into the shark-infested ocean with bricks tied around their ankles if they didn't produce 1000 shirts per session, they are of such an atrocious quality that £4 per shirt is looking slightly criminal.

Firstly, the fit of these shirts is so dreadful that I either look simply fat or as though I bulge at one side. The shirt always finds a way of ballooning around a part of my midriff and is so short that I can't pull it down into my trousers far enough to level it out. Throughout the day I resemble some kind of trouser adjustment OCD freak as I'm constantly pulling my pants up round my chest in an attempt to control my wayward shirt.

Secondly, the cotton/polyester is of a deeply offensive quality. I make it to be 5% cotton at best. I think they have used some kind of spider web material as well. They didn't come clean about this on the label though. Anyway, the material is so thin that I can see my skin and the odd freckle through it. So I effectively look as though I'm wearing a skin-coloured shirt. I may as well come into work naked.

And the bastard things itch like a $£!&.

Two shirts. £8. Don't do it.

(for those needing aural association, Rocky sounds rather like Eric Cartman from South Park and 80's footballing legend, Jim Beglin)

"If you close this door on me I will rip your face off and appear on the front page of the Manchester Evening News"

(Usually preceded and followed by loud barking) "Get away from the marked perimeter of this property!!! No! Too near!! Thaaat's right. Back off!"

"Look, just keep me away from old people. That's all I ask"

"See these sharp angry teeth? So don't groom me with that metal instrument of doom, ok?"

"Oh hilarious! Yes, I am covered in icy snow. My coat does not happen to be lined with Thinsulate you abusive humanoid!"

"Oh wonderful. I wonder what flavour Pedigree Chum pouch it will be this time? You really do spoil me with all this variation"

"The reason why I'm shaking is because I am sat in the bath soaked with water and covered in Johnson's baby shampoo. It's so unnatural…I feel betrayed"

"Oh yeah, folding one of my ears inside out is so funny…front page of the Evening News…One day it shall happen…"

(November 5, 1996 - 2007) "Oh my god!! The world is going to end!!! Why don't you humans understand? Do we have some kind of bunker?"

(New Year's Eve, 1996 - 2007, 23:59) "Oh no! It's happening again. Quick! Let's all hide under this table!...Don't laugh at me!!?…how you will be the foolish ones!"

"Security breach!!!! Security breach!!!!!!!"

"I don't have a clue what you just said, I'm a dog. The only words I am able to comprehend are to do with food, exercise and punishment."

(Following his degendering operation) "I despise all human life. You have violated me, taken all my dignity away. I will never forgive you for this! What was that? Dinner's ready?? Damn my short term memory!!!"

"If you piss me off any more, these playful bites will turn into a bone crushing grip involving my jaw and your forearm."

"We are not supposed to eat oranges, bananas or grapes! How many times? Mmmmmm sweeeet citrus"

(Referring to a squirrel) "Oh my god, if you even think of stealing that nut from within the perimeter!!! Don't even jump on that fence you vermin! Nooo! It's getting away!!!"

"Do you realise my sense of smell is 1000 times more powerful than a human…therefore it is hard to contain myself when a hot roast chicken is presented on the table. Oh my god. Do not chew on that chicken leg with first consulting me!"

"I am licking my paw. That's right it's been so long since I was washed that I am forced to conduct my own selective washing duties. Do not even pull my tail now. See these teeth?"

"Oh, don't mind about the presentation. Thaaat's right, just slop my food from the airtight pouch into my crusty bowl. Jesus, if I had useable hands instead of paws…mmmmm chicken chunks with gravy"

"Yes I am aware that most of this drinking water is spilling out the side of my cheeks onto the floor, and my noisy licking technique leaves a lot to be desired. Unfortunately, I am not able to purse my lips together and slurp water like you bastard humans. Stop mocking me you evil species!"

"Waaaait a minute. Did you utter the immortal word? Now don't taunt me with that lead or I will eat your human face!"

"Yes, I will drink this dirty soiled water from a plant pot in preference to the perfectly fresh water from my bowl. You humans will never understand my logic so there is no point discussing it further…"

"Oh my god, I am so hot. Curse my dense black fur! And no, I will no "lie in the shade"…stupid vertebrate life form."

"I will do exactly the opposite!"

"This is clearly human faeces and has nothing to do with me."

"This is clearly human vomit and has nothing to do with me."

"Nope, that urine is indeed mine. That's what you get when you lie in and neglect my needs."

(When in the proximity of chocolate) "Why can't I seem to resist this sweeeeeeeeeeeeet miiiiilllky poison…" (Now dribbling freely).

(When in the proximity of raw meat) "uuuuhhhh is that the holy grail before mine eyes?!"

A Little Humor Can Kill You

In the third century BC, the Greek philosopher Chrysippus allegedly died of laughter, while watching his drunken donkey try to eat figs.

Italian political satirist Pietro Aretino is famous for translating the works of Rabelais. He's also known for inventing modern porn literature. Legend has it that Pietro died of suffocation in 1556, from laughing too hard.

A Mrs. Fitzherbert attended a performance of the "Beggar's Opera" in 1782. She burst into uncontrollable laughter at the character of Peachum, and had to leave the theater. Mrs. Fitzherbert couldn't stop laughing, and died about thirty-six hours later.

Can You Really Die Laughing?

During a bout of laughter, the diaphragm expands and contracts, drawing air into the lungs. Extreme laughter pushes the diaphragm beyond its normal limits. The diaphragm weakens, causing suffocation.

Unaccustomed levels of laughter make the heart beat faster for a longer period of time, and can result in heart failure.

Laughter can also trigger existing respiratory or heart conditions.

The term "fatal hilarity", or death by laughter, first appeared in 1596.

Modern Deaths by Laughter

Two of three modern deaths by laughter were due to British comedy - strange, but true!

In March 1975, a bricklayer in England was watching the television show "The Goodies". When a Scotsman in a kilt used bagpipes to fend off a nasty black pudding, Alex Mitchell burst into uproarious laughter. After laughing for twenty-five minutes, he had a heart attack. In a letter to the Goodies (a British comedy trio), his widow thanked them for making Mitchell's last moments so pleasant.

In 1989, in Denmark, Ole Bentzen died of laughter while watching John Cleese in the movie, "A Fish Called Wanda". Examiners estimated his heart rate at 250 to 500 beats per minute, before he expired.

Case number three happened in Thailand. In 2003, a 52-year-old Thai ice cream salesman laughed himself to death in his sleep. He laughed continuously for two minutes. His wife tried to wake him, but he stopped breathing and died.

You really can die laughing, but you probably won't. There are only ten recorded cases of fatal hilarity in history.

If you're going to die, you might as well die laughing.

Guy loses his wallet in the prestigious restaurant the arises rapidly on the chair and shouts across occupants of the restaurant,those who will obtain me my wallet that in it 2000$ I will give him prize 50$,past a moment and suddenly am guarded an other sound from the restaurant :Who that will bring me his wallet will receive 500$!

 

Joke 2

Businessman go in the street and suddenly sees which old tries to fish inside puddle,
the businessman pities upon him reads him and orders him to the meal and to the glass of coffee in the adjacent cafe after the meal, asks the same the businessman like that jokingly, the dish to fish there something? Then season him the old, yes I succeeded, you the already three mine.

Joke 3

Corrugated dark man of skin, cold eyes catches a girl age 6 and takes her into the forest towards this evening, they go Ohlcim and bar will be late and darkness, the girl begins to be afraid and say to the man. Hear very frightful here. Then he watched a rise and said : You frightful? I need to return all of this alone

The redhead won and the brunette came in second. However, there
was no sign of the final contestant. Hours and hours went by
causing grave concern and worry. Just as everyone was losing
hope, the blonde finally arrived.

The crowd was extremely happy and relieved to see her. They
embraced the young girl as she came ashore. After all of the
excitement died down, she leaned over to the judge and whispered,
"I hate to be a bad loser, but I think those other girls used
their arms."