A moth walks into a podiatrist's office. The podiatrist says, "Moth, what's the problem?" And the moth says, "What's the problem. Well, doc, where do I begin? Every day I get up to another cruel sky. It's like the sun is mocking me as I begin the gruelling preparations for another 8-hours of slogging in meaningless toil for my boss, Gregor McIvanichisky. A grey self, captive in a grey cubicle in a grey office with no windows that I might see the grey clouds beyond... I just sit in my cubicle as I feel the throbbing ache of the best days of my life being raped away into a monotonous, forgettable slurry of irrelevant corporate drudgery. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't think my boss even knows. All he knows is that he has power over me. And my children...my daughter is always on her cellphone, texting and emailing. I haven't spoken real words to her in weeks. My oldest son is never home and when he is, he's locked in his room listening to angry music. My youngest son, he's only 4, I look at him and he asks me to play... and I feel nothing. No love, no tenderness... just a void. And when I look in the mirror...I don't recognize the face staring back at me. It's aged so much from the boyish looks I remember. The years have carved deep lines of despair, worry and anguish. Dark, hollow eyes where once gleamed hope and excitement. Thin lips unable to find the smile of the happy, old days. If only I could find the courage to reach over to the side table and remove the loaded gun. And then find the strength to pull back that hammer as the chamber rotates, clicking solidly into place...Raising it to my temple for the final squeeze that will erase the last shreds of my existence from this cold grave of a life wasted away." And the podiatrist says, "Well, Moth, you're in pretty rough shape. You need to get some help. But why did you come to me? You need a psychiatrist!!" And the moth says... "Because the light was on."

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Knock Knock Who's there? Never mind, it's just an imaginary door anyway.

Why did the girl fall off the swing? Because she had no arms.

What's worse than a male chauvinist pig? A woman that won't do what she's told.

What's the difference between a black man and a pizza? One's a black man and one's a pizza.

How do you kill a blonde? I don't. Murder is a crime.

What do you call a black man selling drugs? average

A man comes home late from work what does he find? His wife and children murdered.

Q: How do you stop a baby from spinning in circles? A: Nail his other hand to the floor

Why was the boy hot? Because he was stuck in an oven.

Q: What's wrong with the world today? A: Everything

Q. A black man and a Mexican are in the back of a car. Who's driving? A. The police officer

So this blonde walks into a library.

a duck walks in to a Chinese restaurant and they cut his head off

Q :What do you call a cow running through a field? A: Bob

how do you drown a blonde? chain her to a cinder block and throw her off a bridge.

Q. What red and scratches glass A. a baby in an oven

how do you grow a choade? idk ask shea

What do you call a Mexican worked with a sweaty singlet? A Wetback

Why was the man killed before he could finish his anti joke? Because he

How do you make a little girl cry? Throw a brick at her face.

youre gay

You and your wife walk into a bar, you both order a drink and celebrate your good health.

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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