It’s important to remember just what this modern method of communication was invented for in the first place. Thank you, of course, to Dr. Al Gore.
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i like how she berates him immediately and doesn’t check to see if his head is in one piece. class. lots of laughing.
CLASSIC mom move!
I was going to be like “that’s your mom!” But them I realized that’s my mom. Not literally, but you know how the guy who jumped is your boyfriend? Like that. Because of the internet, “Your Mom” jokes that aren’t “Your Mom” jokes have syntactical ambiguity. Thank you also for that, Mr. Gore.
Its nice to see Videogum returning to its roots.
I love that she immediately yells, “I TOLD YOU!”
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Oh, obviously. Trampoline accident videos are terrible. But they are why the Internet was invented. Can’t fight the future, shellbomber.
Wasn’t the internet invented for cat videos?
thats only half the internet. The other half is for cats animated gifs.

When I thought his neck was broke, It wasn’t funny, but as soon as his mom scolded him, I realized he must have been OKAY… then I chuckled.
I don’t think he is okay though…
Well in that case…
Oh Yeah? I present you exhibit A:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a86cQobU-n4
Try not laughing at that!
My tummy hurts…yikes.
Trampoline videos are like the videogum reset button, but for the whole internet. Occasionally I find that my viewing habits and subsequent attitudes tend toward the mean-spirited, and all it takes is a video in which someone appears to get seriously injured to reset my priorities and reaffirm my sympathies toward my fellow man. The infamous trampoline/basketball hoop video (here, but don’t watch: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kL6RxBcrMiI) did that for me a few years ago, and this one has done it today. I will be nicer to people today.
I’ve watched this 5 times and I still don’t understand what went wrong. At the beginning, when the guy was perched precariously on the 2nd story window preparing to drop onto a trampoline with no nets, pads or boxes full of styrofoam peanuts to break his inevitable fall in sight, this seemed like the perfect plan. Than – BANG – a spinal cord injury appears out of nowhere. So weird.
And this is why the man had to take away my trampoline
This is why we can’t have nice things… and second story windows to jump out of onto said nice things.
I don’t know, the Internet’s a different place now. A cat on a trampoline, now I would pay to see that.
ask and ye shall receive
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFt5Zz5Mwlo
Thank you sir, I enjoyed that thoroughly.
How ’bout a dog?
http://bit.ly/acxk4e
Trampoline Dog is going around today, but it is actually very old.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hly0vuXPG-M
Here at Videogum, we are all about what is hot and what is now, and that means NEW trampoline accidents only.
Sorry, Gabe. I think it is you who are late.
Obligatory bear- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pa1pIO4_lUY
Man, I am so jealous of that dog.
That cat video has over 2.7 million views. We truly live in an age of wonders.
I love how he windmills his arms.
“Maybe if I can finish this backfli-” *CRUNCH*
TRAMAMPOLINE?!
TRABOPOLINE!
I CANNOT UPVOTE THESE TWO ENOUGH
Is it me or does this ‘kid’ look like he might be 30?
I thought it was her husband.
Same here. Whoops, that’s your husband.
I like to think this is a metaphor for the Sarah Palin reality show.
Are we the trampoline in this metaphor?
thats the thanks he gives his mother when all she does is try her best to support her husband and table whil putting food on the teenagers? (is that how that works?)
Seriously — the target area is only about two meters wide. It’s impossible!
Dang, no one took my nerd bait? Fine, I’ll do it myself:
“It’s not impossible. I used to bullseye womprats in Beggars Canyon back home, and they’re only about two meters.”
Great, now I’m crying on the inside. I hope you monsters are happy.
Oh, the fraction of a second spent going up in air is worth the fraction of a second which he spent on air going down thinking “Nonononono …”
I’ve been here 10 months and this is the FIRST one I have seen. Thus is the fulfillment of a life without purpose.
All the related videos are equally horrible! “Brutal roof jump to trampoline faceplant.” “Guys push buddy out window.” “Horse almost breaks neck on failed jump.” “Monster snowball takes out stupid kid.”
OK the last one sounds funny enough. But the rest!
Gabe, the internet wasn’t invented for this. We’ve had America’s Funniest Home Videos almost all our lives. The Internet was invented so that we can watch and experience the pain and laughter over and over again at our leisure (and at work, yeah!).
I wonder if he describes what’s going on with his face these days as a tramp stamp?
You know, I had a trampoline when I was little, and I just now got why my dad always laughed when my friends and I would say, “we’re going outside to go jump on the tramp!”
might you be from the south?
Actually yes. Why?
That’s where I heard it called a “tramp.” I fell in love with the term right then and there.
“Hey guys, do you think maybe this is a bad idea? I mean, what’s our plan? Where am I supposed to go after I hit the trampoline?”
“Back up through the window, DUH! Stop being a wimp and jump.”
SO, long story: my dad made a doghouse out of a large old blue plastic barrel, he then built a for-real kennel and he just left the barrel in our carport. I would roll the barrel around the yard to get myself into trees I could not reach. One day instead of pushing this large barrel around I tried walking on it. This instantly became more fun than climbing trees. I would sing circus music and “juggle” two balls and see how fast i could go, see if i could walk the dog AND walk on the barrel (no), see if i could hold the cat and walk on the barrel (cake), see if my brother and i could walk on the barrel at the same time and then knock each other off like gladiators (yes!).
My mother was fine with this, for the most part. “As long as you stay on the grass and don’t try and use it on the concrete. You’ll break your knees if you fall.” Immediately this became my next goal: to try walking on our concrete driveway. Maybe I could play basketball AND walk on the barrel! I had already stood it on end as a tall place to sit while I shot baskets. But no, no: Barrel plus concrete = too fast for me to control at the time; I fell directly on my knees was sure they were broken: they were both bloody and hurt and my mom said it would happen (they weren’t. only scraped).
It was terrible. I was not going to call for help -I couldn’t let my mom know what happened- so I crawled up the rest of the driveway, dragging my aching legs the length of our walk, past my mom’s tulip plants, up the stairs and then, when I couldn’t open the door (because handles are so high) I finally broke down and called for my mom. She came out with a flurry of questions. I remember the first one was “What did you do?” I was so mad. Accusations? What? I didn’t answer any; I had already planned to lie (because pride) but no lies came. I let her wipe my sullen, tear-soaked face in silence. She then hugged me really tight and said very quietly: “We’re going to put the barrel away for a little while.” I just answered “O.K.”
Awwwwwwwwwwww. Cutetraumagum over here. I smiled with a little bit of sadness at the end of your story.