Today, I very nearly died from laughing. Really. My Evil Side Kick was standing by with a frayed electrical cord to shock me back to the living. (we don't have a defibrillator in the office, but ESK is a genius and can make do in pretty much any situation.)
I read an article about a giant muffin that was stolen from a small town grocery store. The teens who stole it doused it with gasoline and burned it. When the police found the giant muffin, they were sad to report that it was burned beyond recognition, and sadly, they would be unable to do DNA testing to verify absolutely that it was in deed the local giant muffin. DNA testing! On a fake muffin! Now that's comedy!
On a completely unrelated note, this weekend I learned that if you get a hair cut, and your dearest friend says nothing at first - and then says "it'll grow back" -- it probably means they don't like it. I'm just guessing here.