what did the 0 say to the 8 nice belt

how do you make a plumber cry kill his family

whats stupid, retarded, and dumb an Erin Perri.

Why don't chickens where pants? Cause they're animals,duh.

Where did Susie go during the bombing? Everywhere

does this look unsure to you?

Why did the monkey fall out of the tree? He had a heart attack

Why did Tina's parents stop calling her? Because they died

how many letters are in Montana? 7 yes

Why didn't the skeleton go to the party? Because he wasn't invited.

who just made fun of katie matt

A man is on anti jokes, he is not laughing.

Whats black and white, black and white, black and white, black and white, black and white? A Nun falling down stairs

knock knock who's there? the police you are wanted for 5 counts of 1st degree murder.

Roses are red Violets are blue Actually they are not, they are purple. Whoever the uneducated idiot was who made up that poem deserves nothing more then a slap in the face

Why was the mom sad cause she had an abortion

guy 1- damn its hot in here guy 2- then turn on the damn fireplace

One man's junk is another man's pleasure.

Why arnt black people alowed in bars? Because monkeys don't drink beer! DER DA DER.

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What is a grammatically incorrect equestrian? An stallion.

So a man walks into a wedding and asks the waiter where the to wait for the punch... the waiter says, "there is no punchline."

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."

Why couldn't dracula's wife get to sleep? She had insomnia.

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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