Whoever makes me laugh i'll give him a beta key...

Biters lol

just look up lemon party

It will be translation so I hope I won't mess it up:

Why dwarfs laugh while walking through the forest?

Becouse moss is tickling their balls!

"

LORDUNBAR wrote:

The Russians used a pencil.

true story, sad but true.

Sorry, fun story (although I've heard it before) but not so true.

Edit: Here's a laugh though - when I clicked the 'sign up for beta' link on the home page, I thought I was going to be emailed a key...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcTLJ692F70


this going to be winner :D

LOL

wanna see the most epic video ever?

'The trolling of wannabe pornstars'

Just sit and laugh your ass off.

http://www.efukt.com/20954_The_Trolling_Of_Wannabe_Pornstars_II.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s50K65PNeBU

A man was hiking in the European countryside one day when suddenly the sky darkened and it started to rain heavily. The man hurried to find shelter and ended up at the gates of a strange monastery.

Knocking on the doors of the monastery, the man was greeted by an old monk. The old monk was reluctant to let the man in but after much pleading, he finally relented. The man went in and was in the process of drying himself near a fireplace when suddenly he heard a strange howl. When the man asked the old monk what that howl was, the old man pointed down a dark corridor. When the man pressed his case, the old man refused to talk -insisting only the monks of the monastery may know- until finally, after much pestering, the old man once again relented and led the man down the corridor.

So they walked down the corridor, past seventeen gargoyle statues until they finally arrived at a dark door. The old monk fumbled around his cloak for a while before saying,"I'm sorry, but it appears that I have forgotten to bring along the key." So the old monk led the man back across the corridor, past the seventeen gargoyles. After retrieving the key, the old man led the man once again across the corridor past the seventeen gargoyles.

The old monk opened the door to reveal a staircase leading some fifty meters down into furthur darkness. They walked down the poorly lit staircase and arrived at an underground canal. The old monk led the man on a boat where they rowed for what seemed like hours down the canal. They finally arrived at another door with a strange, ancient puzzle lock. The old monk fumbled with the lock for a few minutes before admitting that he had forgotten how to unlock the puzzle as it had been years since he had last been down in the underground canal.

Undeterred, the man insisted that the old monk figure out how to progress and so they both got on the boat, rowed for what seemed like hours back across the canal, climbed up the fifty meters of staircase, walked across the corridor past the seventeen gargoyles into the main room of the monastery where they then headed towards the library. In the library, the old monk looked through the books and, thanks to the Dewey Decimal System, found the ancient tome which held the answer to the ancient puzzle lock.

With the solution in hand, the duo went back into the corridor, walked past the seventeen gargoyles, walked down fifty meters of very dim staircase, got into the rowboat, rowed for what seemed like hours and finally arrived at the door where the old monk solved the puzzle.

After the door opened, the man saw a magnificient sight: a path gilded with gold with the statues of saints on either side leading up to yet another door. And so the monk and the man walked on the path, past the statues of Saints Michael and Catherine and Joan and Frances and Henry and James and John and John and John and John and John and John and John and John and John and John and finally... John before arriving at the final door.

"Now," exclaimed the man exhausted after the long journey, "we're finally here. What's behind the door."

To which the old monk replied, "I can't tell you. You're not a monk."