a hahahahahaha

[littlemissloud]

Late last Saturday night; a young chap was walking home from
the pub.

It was a cold, wet, windy evening, and he was tired and
freezing. Most of
the streetlights in the area were broken, and the silence
was only broken by
the occasional sound of a stray cat sifting through a
dustbin. Then suddenly
he heard a strange noise....

BUMP........


BUMP........


BUMP........
Startled by this, he turned, and to his amazement, through
the driving rain,
he saw the faint outline of a large box turning into his
road.





BUMP........


BUMP........


BUMP........


He froze to the spot, he couldn't believe his eyes, as the
box approached
from the shadows, he was able to make out its shape more
clearly.... it was
a coffin. Not wanting anything to do with this, he put his
head down and started walking briskly home.





BUMP........


BUMP........


BUMP........
He could feel the coffin gaining on him, he started walking
faster.........





BUMP........BUMP.......


BUMP........BUMP.......


BUMP........BUMP........


The coffin was closing with his every step, he started to
jog, but he heard
the coffin speed up after him......





BUMP........BUMP...BUMP...


BUMP........BUMP...BUMP...


BUMP........BUMP...BUMP...


He started to sprint, but so did the coffin .....


BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...BUMP.....


BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...BUMP.....


BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...BUMP.....


Eventually he made it to his front door, but he knew the
coffin was only seconds behind. Fumbling around in his
pocket, he pulled out his keys, His
hand trembling, he managed to open the lock, he dived inside
slamming the
front door behind him. He shot into his front room, and
slumped into his comfy chair. Suddenly there was a loud
crash, as the coffin smashed its way
through the front door. The force of the impact broke the
lock off the coffin allowing the lid to swing freely on its
rusty hinges as it continued
its chase.....





BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...


BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...


BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...


BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...


in horror the young lad fled again, as fast as his shaking
legs could take
him he bolted upstairs to the bathroom and locked the
door........





BUMP...SCREECH...HOP...BUMP...SCREECH...HOP...


BUMP...SCREECH...HOP...BUMP...SCREECH...HOP....


BUMP...SCREECH...HOP...BUMP...SCREECH...HOP...


The coffin again gave chase up the stairs, across the
landing and launched
itself at the bathroom door. With an almighty smash, the
bathroom door flew
off its hinges..... The coffin stood in the doorway, then
started to approach the young terrified lad.





BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...


BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...


BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...


In a last ditch attempt to save his skin, he reached for his
bathroom cabinet......



He grabbed a bar of Imperial Leather soap and threw it at
the coffin.......

still it came .....


BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...


He grabbed his can of Lynx deodorant and threw it .......
still it came......




BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...


He grabbed his first aid kit and threw it .....
still it came......




BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...


He grabbed some Benelyn cough mixture and threw it........




The coffin stopped.

[Phil McBride]

Oh dear :p

[Loafer]

hahahahahahahah,


just got funny looks from all others in the office! apparently laughing out loud is frowned upon, who knew

[smashin']

Hahaha. That's pretty good.

I've got one, too.


A man was drinking at a pub late one night. The bartender decided the guy had had enough to drink and told him he needed to go home. So, the man stood up and started to walk out. However, he fell flat on his face. At this, he got up and tried again. But he fell flat on his face again. So, he crawled to the door and used it to help him get up. However, he promptly fell flat on his face. He mostly crawled home, trying every now and then to get up. Each time he fell flat on his face. Finally he reached to front door to his house. He grabbed the door knob and stood up. When the door swung open, he just fell flat on his face again. So, he crawled upstairs to his bed where he tried one last time to stand up. He fell into bed and quickly went to sleep.
He awoke the next morning with his wife yelling, "So you've been drinking again, eh?"
Puzzled, he asked, "How'd you know?"
She replied, "The pub called; you left your wheelchair."