Cal  It is special folk such as yourself that makes me special!!! My laughter club approaches laughter from a therapeutic approach.  Someone will do something really silly (not mockery, we value life too much) Then, we " laugh our heads off" take a deep breath and slowly exhale while letting our bodies relax.  These things can be done at home, also.  So, I am sending you a challenge:  Do you want to laugh?  Do so, right now, you don't need a concrete reason even tho concrete reasons give a special boost.  Just laugh, take a deep breath and relax...believe it or not, it has an effect on toning facial muscles while stimulating endorphins in the brain.  According to scientific research, endorphins contribute to mood elevation.  No doubt, you already know this.  Thanks for giving me the opportunity to share. 

Laughing untill I just can't laugh no more,

Dunamus 3

tootoot to toot toot toot..

This is hilarious.

From a similar thread in the depression forum,

The following was found posted very low on a refrigerator door

Dear Dogs and Cats:  The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food.  The other dishes are mine and contain my food.  Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
  
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack.  Racing me to the bottom is not the object.  Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
 
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed.  I am very sorry about this.  Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however.  Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep..  It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible.  I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
 
For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door.  I must exit through the same door I entered.  Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - canine/feline attendance is not required.
 
The proper order for kissing is:  Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt.  I cannot stress this enough.
 
Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:
 
TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS :
 
(1)  They live here.  You don't.  (2)  If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.  That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.  (3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people..  (4)  To you, they are animals.  To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.
 
Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they (1) eat less, (2) don't ask for money all the time, (3) are easier to train, (4) normally come when called, (5) never ask to drive the car, (6) don't hang out with drug-using people; (7) don't smoke or drink, (8) don't want to wear your clothes, (9) don't have to buy the latest fashions, (10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and (11) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children.

Thanks! I'll start posting them here as well.

A teacher's  story about Stuttering    A teacher is  explaining biology to her 4th grade students. "Human  beings are the only animals that stutter,' she  says    A little girl raises  her hand. 'I had a kitty-cat who  stuttered.'  The teacher, knowing  how precious some of these stories could become, asked  the girl to describe the incident.  "Well," she began,  'I was in the back yard with my kitty  and the  Rottweiler that lives next door got a running start   and before we knew it, he jumped over the fence into  our yard!' 'That must've been  scary,' said the teacher. 'It sure was,' said  the little girl. 'My kitty raised  her back, went "Ffffff!, Ffffff!, FfffffF," but before  she could say 'Fuck-off !,' the Rottweiler ate  her!     The teacher  had to leave the room.