Laughter certainly is very special. Your whole body laughs. Each atom, each cell of your body laughs, participates in it.
I have always been against seriousness. I have never compared them, but you can see why I am against seriousness. Seriousness can never be total. It is always partial, the very other extreme of laughter. It goes on becoming narrower and narrower and narrower. The more serious you are, the more narrow you become. The more you go towards laughter, the more wide and the more open, the more vulnerable, the more total, you become.
Laughter has something religious.
Seriousness is sick and irreligious.
OSHO
The Path of the Mystic

1. An Irishman, on the night that his wife was confined in childbirth, went out a bit prematurely to celebrate the addition to his family, with a few chosen cronies. He did not return home to his family until three o'clock in the morning.
He was barely in the house when the nurse rushed up and uncovered a bundle of blankets, showing the bewildered Irishman triplets. At this very moment the clock struck once, twice, three times.
"One, two, three... sure, an' I could count 'em myself, small thanks to ye," Pat addressed the clock solemnly. "An' one thing more -- I'll be thanking the good God I didn't come home at twelve!"

2. "That fellow must live in a very small flat," said Mulla Nasrudin.
"How can you tell?" asked his wife.
"Why, haven't you noticed that his dog wags his tail up and down, instead of sideways?"

3. "So your wife is a reckless driver?" asked a friend.
"Say, when the road turns the same way as she does, it's just a coincidence," replied Mulla Nas

4. Mrs. Mulla Nasrudin: "I can't decide whether to go to a palmist or to a mind-reader."
Mulla Nasrudin: "Go to a palmist. It's obvious that you have a palm."

5. Mrs. Mulla Nasrudin: "Wake up, Mulla, there's a burglar going through your pants pockets."
Mulla Nasrudin (turning over): "Oh, you two just fight it out between yourselves."

6. A country doctor called upon Mulla Nasrudin, soon after the death of Nasrudin's wife, and announced his intentions of cutting his bill, for services rendered, in half. With tears in his eyes, Mulla Nasrudin reached out and clasped the doctor's hand and in a trembling voice said: "God bless you, my good friend. I will be as good as you and knock off the other half."

7. "My wife is annoying me," said old Mulla Nasrudin. "Every time she has a bath she spends a couple of hours playing with rubber ducks and plastic submarines." "If it makes her happy, why should you worry, Mulla?" asked the psychiatrist. "I certainly don't see why it should annoy you."
Mulla Nasrudin snorted indignantly. "You should if they were your's..."