What do you call a cereal killing homeless man? Roofless

Hi my name is Bob

*Look Down* Nice shoes, wanna F@#k?

how do you torched helen Keller? put her Ina round room and tell her the bathroom is around the corner

To girl in a bar: Grab your coat love... It's cold in my basement.

Whats the difference between Justin Beiber and Polio? Polio was cured.

knock, knock. use the doorbell next time.

Why didn't the skeleton cross the road? Because he's dead

What happened to the blonde who blew out her birthday candles? Her hair caught on fire

What's similar about a black person and an apple? Nothing, an apple is a fruit. It has nothing to do with hanging from trees.

What happens when you touch a curling iron to your arm? You get burned.

Roses are red Violets are blue

Why did the chicken cross the road? To get away from the immigrants.

Why did the chicken cross the road? He was disowned by his family due to his drug addiction and had nowhere else to go.

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."

A member of the KKK is walking along the street enjoying the nice weather. He then turns his attention to a black man on the other side of the street and stopped dead in his tracks. He stepped on a land mine.

You know what's funny about table salt? Not much.

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A racist indian (from india) walks into a bar (in india). A catholic priest walks into the same bar. The bar says 'moo'. The bar is a shape-shifting cow.

What's worse than a worm in your apple? People posting the same joke over and over again.

A black guy walks up to a drug dealer. He asked the drug dealer for directions and went on with his life.

How many electricians does it take to screw in a lightbulb? If you need an electrician to screw in a lightbulb, you're a moron.

I am black.

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