Why did the boy drop his ice cream? Because he was mauled by a tiger.

Why did the chicken cross the road? To make it home in time for Thanksgiving.

How do you stop a baby from drowning? Take your foot of his head

Top ten reasons Microsoft Doors is better than Microsoft Windows. 1. Easier to open. 2. Doors do not crash... Windows does! 3. Watching pron? Your mother around? JUST SLAM THAT SHlT ON HER FACE! 4. Saves power! (Its easier to just shut and open doors) 5. Doors are a lot easier to get trough than windows. 6. When windows wishes you welcome the first time you install it, you still cant wipe your damn feet on it! 7. Its easier to surf on the internet on top of doors than on windows. 8. While Windows is easy to hack because you can try codes forever, you can just buy a good lock on your door and shut it. 9.The sun glaring on your screen trough your windows? GET MICROSOFT DOORS! 10. I dare you make one, i live doing this shit. Capcom before. And special thanks to you! Thanks for playing! Capcom now: Fuck off thats not DLC paywall! its actual downloadable only content! Just pay 45 bucks to get all colors to all characters.... ...Downloading Allcolors 10kb

What's worse than a dead baby falling out of a tree? Two dead babies stapled together falling out of a tree.

How many pencils does it take to get an A on a test? Actually it takes knowledge.

What's the difference between a dead baby and a carpet? I don't sell carpets.

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how do you get a rat out the house you lift it up and put it outside

What do you get if you put a horse in a blender? Dinner

Q: What do you call a girl who wears a tuxedo to prom? A: Comfortable with the way she looks.

A guy who plays shooting games acquires an assault rifle but he doesn't kill anyone, why? Because he was a nice and peaceful man who loves his wife.

What's sad about 5 black men falling off a cliff? The master has no slaves.

What has two legs and two arms? A Human

why did the chicken cross the road? to get to the other side.

what do you call a fat black cat and a skinny white dog? Just two animals that are judged.

Where do cows go when they're bored? Wherever they're standing. Cows cannot use toilets, regardless of their mood.

what did the n i g g e r with alzheimers say to the c h i n k? 9/11 was the funniest fake joke since the holocaust and 9/11 and the holocaust and 9/11... and... what?

Q-What did the hobo get for Christmas? A-Pneumonia.

What's brown and rhymes with Snoop? Dr. Dre.

Guy #1: Knock knock Guy #2: Whos there? Guy #1: Interrupting murderer Guy #2: Interrupting murd.... Guy #1: STAB!!!

what do you call a bear with socks on A bear with socks on

Why did you not just "put a spell" on her instead? And you are totally mean, ever actually killed someone?

Anti Joke

What are Antijokes? Anti Jokes (or Anti Humor) is a type of comedy in which the uses is set up to expect a typical joke setup however the joke ends with such anticlimax that it becomes funny in its own right. The lack of punchline is the punchline.

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