My diminutive penis.

9/11

The arguments I would have with a kid in my 9th grade English class about which was better, Metallica or Smashing Pumpkins.

Obviously Metallica, koucha. Not even worth an argument :)

That time that I fist-fought Gaspode about that whole Metallica v. Smashing Pumpkins brouhaha.

That time I went and bought a steak for msali's bruised eye after gaspode showed her the right of things in the laugh-about-it-now thread.

My 12 year old self secretly thinks you're a knuckle-dragger, gaspode.

My 12-year-old self would let gaspode drag her knuckles anywhere she wanted.

(secretly)

Life.

My screwups. They are all very, very funny in retrospect.

That rape pregnancy. Why, today it is hyssssterical.

Also just laughing at Metallica is okay-yuh.

[is thinking that maybe this thread didn't really go to a good place]

Almost 20 years ago now, we got a call from the photographer a week before our wedding informing us that he had "forgotten" about a contract to shoot Opening Day for a local Little League team on our wedding date, but he'd found another photographer to step in last-minute, someone who we knew had a terrible rep around town, but we were stuck because everyone else was booked.

Well, the guy showed up totally hungover, in dark glasses and inappropriate clothing, and refused to take any photos at the reception because "people are eating, they hate it when you take pics of them eating," then proceeded to go to the buffet and stuff himself silly. His photos were crap, and he missed many "important" shots (bouquet throwing, etc.). We put out a call to our friends, who sent us tons of great pics of the big day, including many of the "important" shots. Guess who was usually standing there with his camera around his neck, or changing film, or at the buffet with a loaded plate?

We do laugh about it now.

initapplette, our wedding photographer, who I cleverly picked from a yellow pages ad when our original newspaper stringer had to cover a story and fell through, also makes us laugh now. Because he was a total con man, right down to his phony business address. We are still convinced the only reason he sent someone to photograph our wedding, and finally, after many threats, disgorged a book of prints and our not bad negatives, was his fear of me and my job at the time as a prosecutor. By the time local TV carried a story about him and his many successful efforts to bilk wedding couples of money, then not show for the wedding or, if he did, provide any photos, we were able to find the whole thing pretty funny.

\m/

Everything. If I didn't laugh, I'd never stop crying.

Nothing. But instead of crying I've just shoved it in a small basement room in the dusty realms of my psyche.

Yeah, apart from laughing, my strategy is to just keep swallowing until you get it all down. If it starts to come back up, just keep swallowing.