Why Do We Laugh at the Worst Moments?

Here ya go RJ. I dont think it needs to be edited ..ok? oh and NO PORN FOR THIS!!!  lol after all, it is a kids story  if ya get my drift. lol

Why Do We Laugh at the Worst Moments?

The above question has been on my mind for awhile now. I ask it because upon having some alone time , my brain decided to pull up the old archives and run it's videos of funny moments in my life.


Most were real cause to laugh out loud (in text-ing terms , LOL). Sadly though, there were a few Independent short films that intercepted and I had to stop and ask, why did I laugh at that?

So, here is a quick chronicle of one those truly idiotic moments where my giggle factor kicked in.

When I was 6 years old or so, my Mom had this paddle that sort of looked like a small cutting board with a handle. It even had the leather sting attached to hang it up on the wall for all the world to see. On the front of this "cutting" board, was a picture of a Deer at the top and down further was a picture of a Bear. 

The writing on this piece of carved wood stated: "FOR THE CUTE LITTLE DEAR WITH THE BARE BEHIND"

 Need I explain?

 Not that Mother ever HIT me with the thing... she ... well... she would rap it hard against the edge of the kitchen table to try and imitate the sound of a tree cracking! I hated it. It got my attention every time.

One absolutely glorious , sunshiny morning, I, as usual did something stupid and got into trouble. Mom got angry, took down the paddle and hit the table too hard. 

The paddle proceeded to break into 2 even pieces. The Deer and The Bear no longer coexisted on the same piece of wood! My age 6 brain lit up, my eyes opened wide, a little voice told me to run. My legs did not get the message.

Instead, they fell out from under me, causing my behind to hit the floor , and before I could say ouch, I started giggling, then laughing, then rolling around and pointing.

WRONG!!!!!!!

 I saw the look in my Mother's eyes, saw her nostrils flare. Of course , then I ran like all heck upstairs to my room and hid under the bed. 

Waited. Waited and... Mom never came after me. So i started to giggle again.

The next morning, (nothing happened the day of the wood breaking ceremony) I went downstairs to the kitchen and sat down, ready to eat my Rice Crispies, when i looked down and saw it.

It was back. It was not the same , but it was back. The paddle no longer had the pretty wood oak color, it had been taped back together with Electrical Tape. Yes. That is what I said. Electrical Tape. So much tape that the paddle was double in it's thickness. (wincing).

I didn't say a word. Mom, however, started giggling...

Written by: CR from SL