Im depressed please make me laugh

This is a glorious meme! Can I share it on lemmy?
- I mean... thats where i got it from. Yarr!

I don't really know any jokes but maybe a random comic strip can help the cause (had to dig for something I haven't downloaded from Lemmy):

Haha as a cat mom I approve

I'm all out of funny but I want to let you know I've been seeing you a lot on lemmy lately and I appreciate that you are part of this community.

That's a really nice thing to say thanks. Just doing my bit to get Lemmy going

one of my favs...

a guy and a little girl are walking through a dark wood in the dead of night. they walk and walk. at one point, the little girl says "mister, its dark and im scared!". the guys says, "how do you think i feel, i gotta walk out of here alone!".

I groaned brilliant

What did the egg say to the other egg?

Nothing. Eggs don’t talk.

What did the muffin say to the other muffin?

OMG I CAN TALK!

Haha 😄

Haha I like that one

I was talking to a friend earlier today. Both me and my friend have played in bands in our youth, and were swapping war stories about those days. I was reminded of this fun anecdote:

There was one gig where the band I was in played at a tiny little all-day festival somewhere in Belgium, and the stage setup was really messy. The guitarist trod on the power cable to my keyboard, and pulled it so that it interrupted the power, but only for a split second. This reset it to its default settings, losing all the custom sounds I'd set up for some of the buttons. And, to my horror, causing it to play a samba demo song instead of the backing sequence I'd programmed when I pressed one of those preset buttons. This did not blend nicely at all with the gothic metal we were in the middle of playing.

Also, this was a summer festival and we were playing at the height of the midafternoon heat

... in leather trousers, big ruffle shirts and black mesh tops.

Have you ever seen goths sweat the white foundation off their faces?

I'm an alt girl so I can imagine the whole thing! Nice one

I would show you the laughable perl code I'm working on these days, but there's a 50/50 chance it'll backfire and make your day worse.

- Last time I was worried about the version was a long time ago, but I remember at one point manually upgrading to 5.6.0 because of some specific feature. Other than that I've mostly used the system default ever since I first started working with CGI back in 1998.
  I still use it for the simple reason that it's the language I know best, and I can hack together what I need without reading up documentation in order to invoke whatever superstitious practices some languages consider "good karma" (looking at you there, python).

What's the difference between a heroin addict and a meth addict? A heroin addict will steal your stuff and chill; a meth addict will steal your stuff and then help you look for it.

This one always makes me smile. "Shitty old bitch" is permanently embedded in my vocabulary.

Nichijou: 3 Seconds Rule.

Hope this cheers you up even just a bit!🤗🍀💖

Has anyone given you any steak jokes yet?

No? I guess that makes sense, steak jokes are a rare medium well-done

How about hearing Paul McCartney tell a joke?

Let me share a story from. my Warhammer Fantasy group, then

The church of Ulrich told us someone might poison the city wells in Middenheim, so me - a 70 year old dwarf that lived in the city for the better part of his life - and headhunter halfling did a round around the city wells to check if they're okay.

Meanwhile two elves that went shopping after the meeting in a church noticed we're gone. They have arrived in the country two weeks earlier and still struggled a bit with the language, but still started to look for us.

We have finally arrived at the first well and noticed neither of us can read or write, so we used pictograms to mark the wells on a map. The elves were a pair of mages, so they had this ability.

After misunderstanding the received directions twice, the elves started to yell my name in hopes that someone who knows me from the arena would respond.

One time they rolled a 69 on d100, so the DM made a random encounter with a sex worker that thought they were looking for her service. It made sense, since my character's name is Segzan Nimblefinger - I swear I didn't notice how bad it sounds until the others pointed it out to me, even though I like this kind of jokes very much.

While they were busy, a witch hunter (basically Spanish Inquisitor) approached us, hearing reports about two people suspiciously wandering around the wells.

Priests specifically asked us to not tell them anything about their request, and the halfling was the first to agree. The player forgot about it, though, and almost gave us out at the beginning of the conversation. I've stopped after he told about the poisoning of the church's well.

The hunter, obviously, inquired about what poisoned that well, so I yelled the best idea I got at that moment: "Shit! Skaven shiiit!", explained I'm looking for a job after the arena was closed, and I the meantime trying which well in the city was the tastiest. He didn't believe me. Still, I promised to get them a copy of the results and quickly added pictures of smiley and less smiley faces onto the map.

After all of that the elves arrived at the mages guild, asking their mentor for directions. She explained that searching for a specific person in a city full of people is difficult to accomplish with magic.

Another witch hunter approached them outside, they spilt the beans, and the hunters promised to tell us to meet at the city arena, and protect the southern wells.

We did get informed, but decided to finish checking the wells, since there were only two left.

After that we thought "Wait, those two are idiots, they may come to the stadium instead of arenas," and we were right.

One short conflict about the difference between a stadium and a arena, we continued the game.

During the better part of the session the DM was playing Benny Hill music.

A man gets some hearing aids and says to his friend "I'm glad I finally bought these, they're top of the line, and the best money can buy." The friend says "What kind?" The man says "It's half past 4."