Week before last, I fell off a tram in Arlington National Cemetery. I'm pretty sure it was funny because my own mother laughed at me until she nearly wet herself. Don't misunderstand, it wasn't like she laughed WITH me. No, no, no, she laughed before she could even ask me if I was okay. However, I begrudge her not, as uncontrollably laughing at someone falling is a genetic defect the women in our family suffer from. Immediately after she stopped her initial laughing fit and made sure I was all right was call my father at work and try to tell him about my fall off the tram backwards. But she couldn't get the story out because she'd started laughing so hard again that she couldn't breathe, much less talk, so I had to tell my dad about how I wiped out. But because I am my mother's daughter I got the giggles so bad I couldn't finish what we were trying to tell him either. Not only do we laugh at the misfortune of others, but also sometimes our on.
Since I'd been the "victim" of such a myriad of falls, lets refocus that embarrassment to others, shall we. I find what I'm posting here is a particularly nice fall because the girl is trying to show off her bitching singing skills, standing what clearly is NOT a stable piece of furniture AND upon hitting the ground there is considerable rooting around on the floor and moaning. Bonus points for her being heavy. Fat people generally are more funny when they fall. Its just a fact.
Since I'd been the "victim" of such a myriad of falls, lets refocus that embarrassment to others, shall we. I find what I'm posting here is a particularly nice fall because the girl is trying to show off her bitching singing skills, standing what clearly is NOT a stable piece of furniture AND upon hitting the ground there is considerable rooting around on the floor and moaning. Bonus points for her being heavy. Fat people generally are more funny when they fall. Its just a fact.
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