The hysteria rose in the room. Accusations were made, and arguments ensued. The yelling drew me back into my shell, and I stood against the wall. People, noises, loud. My mind could only compute random words. I ran for the door, pushing past annoyed people.
It was the funniest thing. These kids think that being a homosexual is an insult, wearing something other than their definition of cool is lame, and playing card games is bad. It make me laugh how they think like that, and hysteric to think that they might run the country one day.
I think it’s hysterical when you talk. How do you make me laugh all the time!? We really need to hang out soon, seriously. Do you still have my number? Good, cause I still have yours!
The clown laughed as he stabbed the baby!!!! Balloons floated around the room in a rainbow of hate, music filtered in the padded cell and Barry Newman hugged himself and drew clown faces on the wall…His nose was red.
it’s not hysterical when I like something you don’t
don’t call me hysterical
don’t call my interests hysterical
don’t say it unless it’s hysterical becuase it was made or said that way
i fucking hate hysterical people. Chill the fuck out, okay? It’s… you have to. There is nothing to be hysterical about. Stop worrying. Stop caring. Stop believing that what others think is important. Stop thinking that everything is going to be alright only if you do this precise thing. It most probably wont. Be alright with yourself. With your soul. Eat as much as you can, smoke weed as much as you can, enjoy what you have. DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING
I personally hate doing it. that sucks.
The time I cried for hours straight, begging and pleading and wishing and hoping and hysterical. You sighed and didn’t want to be there but you didn’t leave. I loved you even more for that, even though you were breaking my heart the entire time. I can’t even begin to count the tears I cried that day, how awful I must have looked, all red and puffy and gross. But you stayed. Through my hysteria.
Listing out my progress of hysterical nature, I found that I had sudden craving for peanuts. Not plain, but still unsure exactly what I needed in addition. I found myself 5 minutes later stuck inside the walk-in freezer banging on the door and yelling for help.
i’m never fucking hysterical. i’m hysterically funny but that’s what others think – or at least i like to think that others think that. what the fuck is hysterical… i’ve never been in the ?mood?(been hysterical)
The crowd clamored together, bunched up like sardines, all elbows and fists to push closer to the hanging arena. A man had killed his wife and now, in this small little desert cowboy town, he was going to be hanged for it. This mob was hysterical to see this man’s death and watch to the last second as the life bled out of his eyes.
Yes, Macgraw Murphy would die today for the atrocious crimes committed against his own people and loved one.
One daY i WALKED OUT INTO THE STREET and realized my caps lock was on.
There wasn’t much I could do, I tried and tried but she left anyways. If I had only been Where I needed to be.
I remember being hysterical every time I fall in love with a boy and find out that he doesn’t like me. I’m not outwardly hysterical, only on the inside. Oh god only knows how much I liked you and how much I wished we could be together. And then you said–well, you didn’t say anything, but I knew. I knew.
I laughed so hard. I couldn’t believe how funny this guy was. I felt I could stay with him always and just laugh with him and he’d make anything better. I loved his humor, odd though it was. I felt like I wanted to be with him always.
she’s not hysterical. I am. What in the world has gotten into me to make me behave in such a manner? I’m not normally like this… really I’m not. I must have a generic defect- inherited this ghastly trait from my mother. Or, more likely, that unknown bastard father of mine
funny like when anya dropped the bottle of vitamin water…..:D
everyone laughed cause she had to mop it up like a janitor but it was within that mioment that ive realized that shes my bestfriend im free to do whatever with her and she wont judge i love you anya darling love face u make my life hysterical
Hysterical voices on the bus, people talking about this and that, all beyond my ken and in a foreign, loud language like a wail of drunken sailors or some junkie kids on a rollercoaster. Outside is verdant green as we duck and weave up the almost sheer cliff road, behind a vista opens suggesting and mirroring the crescendo of noise within.
It had become an epidemic. It was slowly spreading through all of the worlds and couldn’t be controlled by any human. It was the simple beauty of laughter.
i can’t stop laughing. i can’t be around you without getting in hysterics, laughing so hard that i cry, laughing so hard that i stop breathing, my stomach collapses and my insides feel like they have turned inside out.
He was absolutely hysterical. Everything he said made me laugh, giggle, and snort. Each joke let on to another string, which drew another one. The manner in which he laughed himself too was funny; like an animal, but cute. Charming, many would say. I myself? I thought it happened to be adorable. Laughing, he rolled around and blew grass from my face.
He got back home, quickly took off his coat and tried to shuffle upstairs. Only to hear a noise behind and then: “Come back here you….you!!!”, and then he turned around and saw her angry face, and the tears streaming down. She was almost hysterical and, for a moment, he almost fell sorry for her. But the moment passed and he ran past her and out of the door as quickly as he could.
Screaming. That’s all that could be heard. I couldn’t turn around and look, it couldn’t force myself to. It was all too much, to witness the pain on her face and react. I just stood there, staring at the sea, willing the screaming to stop.
i was hysterical about what had happened the night before. Sarah I yelled how could you? “I had to she exclaimed”. I just can’t believe we had to walk through that puddle of human
waste.
Hysterical, just a big word. And not due to length but due to use. It’s used to describe any kind of big thing when nine times out of ten it isn’t needed. Hysterical is applied to the worst of the worst. Or the funniest of the funniest.
He couldn’t stop giggling. There was something about that time of the day, something about the way the sun hit him or the way the wind was blowing. He didn’t know what it was; he just couldn’t stop laughing.
“Oh, stop that. You sound like a wheezing firetruck.”
“Hee hee. Hee. You know what starts with F and ends -”
in that moment, jumping from your fourth floor apartment, knowing that if i held your hand it would hurt how we fell–knowing that we contained our lives, tiny capsules like a pill, knowing that if we broke the skin, it would all spill out–i could only regret never having broken a fish oil pill to appreciate the beauty
Everyone looked at the painting in pure hysterical silence. She touched her finger to the frame and ran her fingernail down the crack near the bottom. Holding her breath silently she stared intently at the figures before her. The bird above the moutain flew with unsurpassed grace and simplicity. Grace she retained, but simplicity she lacked. The air became humid and the paint began to curl and age. She watched as the floor turned beneath her and she fell. The falling continued until the jolt of consciousness struck her awake.
The hysterical event washed through us all at once. We took everything in. My math teacher on the floor, rolling around as laughter escaped his lips. The overturned desk laying on its side, and the commotion surrounding us as we tried to regain our composure. “They do it in the movies,” my teacher blurt out, trying to explain his actions. “Mr. Sain,” Steven began, trying to speak over the laughter of everyone else, “we aren’t in a movie!”
She broke down into hysterical sobs. He watched helplessly, not sure what to do. He just stood back silently as he always did, but a voice inside him screamed as loud as her sobs for him to caress the shaking girl. Timidly he went forward, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
Zebras lavish in the taste of crisp lime Popsicles in the hot, savanna sun as green droplets trickle down the perfectly carved wooden stick bearing blue text telling the beginning of a riddle: What’s black, white, and red all over? The zebras slurp until the punchline is revealed: A sunburnt zebra. Alas, zebras frequently forget to apply sunscreen.
Dude. That was so funny. That was hilarious. Like a movie. That one movie. That you can still laugh about even though you saw it last week. That moment when you look a the person next to you after that scene and have tears streaming down your face because of the intense humor. The Other Guys is what I am talking about. “Aim for the bushes.”
Hysterical laughter is bursting into my ears. The insane woman looked at me as if she wanted to kill me. I do not want to know what had happened in her life, but at that moment. I felt sorry for her. She had experienced enough to be able to let out hysterical laughter. Her laughs are creepy and evil. She causes chills to run down my back, but I intend to save her from her self.
“That’s HYSTERICAL!” exclaimed Jimmy after Tony made a joke about the two transvestites that used to come in all the time were found beaten to death in in alley not far from the restaurant.
“Oh wait. Too soon?” replied Tony after he spotted all the disgruntled expressions on his coworkers faces.
My mind was spinning and the laughter was reaching a climax. I was looking beside me, Charles’ face was bright red with hysterical laughter; seeing this i could not control myself any longer.
The hysteria rose in the room. Accusations were made, and arguments ensued. The yelling drew me back into my shell, and I stood against the wall. People, noises, loud. My mind could only compute random words. I ran for the door, pushing past annoyed people.
It was the funniest thing. These kids think that being a homosexual is an insult, wearing something other than their definition of cool is lame, and playing card games is bad. It make me laugh how they think like that, and hysteric to think that they might run the country one day.
I think it’s hysterical when you talk. How do you make me laugh all the time!? We really need to hang out soon, seriously. Do you still have my number? Good, cause I still have yours!
The clown laughed as he stabbed the baby!!!! Balloons floated around the room in a rainbow of hate, music filtered in the padded cell and Barry Newman hugged himself and drew clown faces on the wall…His nose was red.
“Oh. My. Effing. Goodness. Did you effing see the new Hetalia episode last night?”
I smiled, rolled my eyes and refrained from squealing hysterically.
“For the last time, hun – it’s ‘fucking.’ And, yes – I’ve fucking seen it!”
it’s not hysterical when I like something you don’t
don’t call me hysterical
don’t call my interests hysterical
don’t say it unless it’s hysterical becuase it was made or said that way
i fucking hate hysterical people. Chill the fuck out, okay? It’s… you have to. There is nothing to be hysterical about. Stop worrying. Stop caring. Stop believing that what others think is important. Stop thinking that everything is going to be alright only if you do this precise thing. It most probably wont. Be alright with yourself. With your soul. Eat as much as you can, smoke weed as much as you can, enjoy what you have. DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING
I personally hate doing it. that sucks.
The time I cried for hours straight, begging and pleading and wishing and hoping and hysterical. You sighed and didn’t want to be there but you didn’t leave. I loved you even more for that, even though you were breaking my heart the entire time. I can’t even begin to count the tears I cried that day, how awful I must have looked, all red and puffy and gross. But you stayed. Through my hysteria.
Listing out my progress of hysterical nature, I found that I had sudden craving for peanuts. Not plain, but still unsure exactly what I needed in addition. I found myself 5 minutes later stuck inside the walk-in freezer banging on the door and yelling for help.
i’m never fucking hysterical. i’m hysterically funny but that’s what others think – or at least i like to think that others think that. what the fuck is hysterical… i’ve never been in the ?mood?(been hysterical)
The crowd clamored together, bunched up like sardines, all elbows and fists to push closer to the hanging arena. A man had killed his wife and now, in this small little desert cowboy town, he was going to be hanged for it. This mob was hysterical to see this man’s death and watch to the last second as the life bled out of his eyes.
Yes, Macgraw Murphy would die today for the atrocious crimes committed against his own people and loved one.
One daY i WALKED OUT INTO THE STREET and realized my caps lock was on.
There wasn’t much I could do, I tried and tried but she left anyways. If I had only been Where I needed to be.
I remember being hysterical every time I fall in love with a boy and find out that he doesn’t like me. I’m not outwardly hysterical, only on the inside. Oh god only knows how much I liked you and how much I wished we could be together. And then you said–well, you didn’t say anything, but I knew. I knew.
I laughed so hard. I couldn’t believe how funny this guy was. I felt I could stay with him always and just laugh with him and he’d make anything better. I loved his humor, odd though it was. I felt like I wanted to be with him always.
she’s not hysterical. I am. What in the world has gotten into me to make me behave in such a manner? I’m not normally like this… really I’m not. I must have a generic defect- inherited this ghastly trait from my mother. Or, more likely, that unknown bastard father of mine
funny like when anya dropped the bottle of vitamin water…..:D
everyone laughed cause she had to mop it up like a janitor but it was within that mioment that ive realized that shes my bestfriend im free to do whatever with her and she wont judge i love you anya darling love face u make my life hysterical
Hysterical voices on the bus, people talking about this and that, all beyond my ken and in a foreign, loud language like a wail of drunken sailors or some junkie kids on a rollercoaster. Outside is verdant green as we duck and weave up the almost sheer cliff road, behind a vista opens suggesting and mirroring the crescendo of noise within.
It had become an epidemic. It was slowly spreading through all of the worlds and couldn’t be controlled by any human. It was the simple beauty of laughter.
i can’t stop laughing. i can’t be around you without getting in hysterics, laughing so hard that i cry, laughing so hard that i stop breathing, my stomach collapses and my insides feel like they have turned inside out.
He was absolutely hysterical. Everything he said made me laugh, giggle, and snort. Each joke let on to another string, which drew another one. The manner in which he laughed himself too was funny; like an animal, but cute. Charming, many would say. I myself? I thought it happened to be adorable. Laughing, he rolled around and blew grass from my face.
Her arms were empty.
Her eyes were filled.
Her life seemed over.
Another began,
she ran.
He got back home, quickly took off his coat and tried to shuffle upstairs. Only to hear a noise behind and then: “Come back here you….you!!!”, and then he turned around and saw her angry face, and the tears streaming down. She was almost hysterical and, for a moment, he almost fell sorry for her. But the moment passed and he ran past her and out of the door as quickly as he could.
Her arms were empty.
Her eyes were filled.
Her life seemed over.
Another began,
She ran.
Screaming. That’s all that could be heard. I couldn’t turn around and look, it couldn’t force myself to. It was all too much, to witness the pain on her face and react. I just stood there, staring at the sea, willing the screaming to stop.
i was hysterical about what had happened the night before. Sarah I yelled how could you? “I had to she exclaimed”. I just can’t believe we had to walk through that puddle of human
waste.
Hysterical, just a big word. And not due to length but due to use. It’s used to describe any kind of big thing when nine times out of ten it isn’t needed. Hysterical is applied to the worst of the worst. Or the funniest of the funniest.
He couldn’t stop giggling. There was something about that time of the day, something about the way the sun hit him or the way the wind was blowing. He didn’t know what it was; he just couldn’t stop laughing.
“Oh, stop that. You sound like a wheezing firetruck.”
“Hee hee. Hee. You know what starts with F and ends -”
Not this again.
in that moment, jumping from your fourth floor apartment, knowing that if i held your hand it would hurt how we fell–knowing that we contained our lives, tiny capsules like a pill, knowing that if we broke the skin, it would all spill out–i could only regret never having broken a fish oil pill to appreciate the beauty
of the simple destruction of things
Everyone looked at the painting in pure hysterical silence. She touched her finger to the frame and ran her fingernail down the crack near the bottom. Holding her breath silently she stared intently at the figures before her. The bird above the moutain flew with unsurpassed grace and simplicity. Grace she retained, but simplicity she lacked. The air became humid and the paint began to curl and age. She watched as the floor turned beneath her and she fell. The falling continued until the jolt of consciousness struck her awake.
flailing and fighting, screams of despair, help me, help me, desperately waiting for an answer
The hysterical event washed through us all at once. We took everything in. My math teacher on the floor, rolling around as laughter escaped his lips. The overturned desk laying on its side, and the commotion surrounding us as we tried to regain our composure. “They do it in the movies,” my teacher blurt out, trying to explain his actions. “Mr. Sain,” Steven began, trying to speak over the laughter of everyone else, “we aren’t in a movie!”
She broke down into hysterical sobs. He watched helplessly, not sure what to do. He just stood back silently as he always did, but a voice inside him screamed as loud as her sobs for him to caress the shaking girl. Timidly he went forward, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
One:
Absolutely hilarious.
Example:
He is hysterically funny.
Ooh, an adverb!
Two:
In a state of panic.
Example:
Any college student in the middle of exams,
Any girl without her man in a scary movie.
Zebras lavish in the taste of crisp lime Popsicles in the hot, savanna sun as green droplets trickle down the perfectly carved wooden stick bearing blue text telling the beginning of a riddle: What’s black, white, and red all over? The zebras slurp until the punchline is revealed: A sunburnt zebra. Alas, zebras frequently forget to apply sunscreen.
This is a word that describes me one hundred per cent!
Dude. That was so funny. That was hilarious. Like a movie. That one movie. That you can still laugh about even though you saw it last week. That moment when you look a the person next to you after that scene and have tears streaming down your face because of the intense humor. The Other Guys is what I am talking about. “Aim for the bushes.”
Hysterical laughter is bursting into my ears. The insane woman looked at me as if she wanted to kill me. I do not want to know what had happened in her life, but at that moment. I felt sorry for her. She had experienced enough to be able to let out hysterical laughter. Her laughs are creepy and evil. She causes chills to run down my back, but I intend to save her from her self.
laughing like a mad donkey
the screams of hormonal girls
furiously waving hands
a mob crowd moving forward
silence the causes time to slow down
“That’s HYSTERICAL!” exclaimed Jimmy after Tony made a joke about the two transvestites that used to come in all the time were found beaten to death in in alley not far from the restaurant.
“Oh wait. Too soon?” replied Tony after he spotted all the disgruntled expressions on his coworkers faces.
My mind was spinning and the laughter was reaching a climax. I was looking beside me, Charles’ face was bright red with hysterical laughter; seeing this i could not control myself any longer.