My sister had a lemonade stand once. And one time, she spilled.

What is yellow and fluffy? Green fluff, I lied about the yellow part.

Why'd the chicken cross the road? Why? To get to the gay guys house. Knock Knock! Who's there? The chicken.

They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide jaw line jostles atop his girlfriend's body, loosely, like one of those novelty dogs destined to gaze from the back windows of cars. The two dolls chase each other around the orange Country Camper unsure what they'll do when they're within touching distance. Ken wants to feel Barbie's toes between his lips, take off one of her legs and force his whole arm inside her. With only the vaguest suggestion of genitals, all the alluring qualities they possess as fashion dolls, up until now, have done neither of them much good. But suddenly Barbie is excited looking at her own body under the weight of Ken's face. He is part circus freak, part thwarted hermaphrodite. And she is imagining she is somebody else—maybe somebody middle class and ordinary, maybe another teenage model being caught in a scandal. The night had begun with Barbie getting angry at finding Ken's blow up doll, folded and stuffed under the couch. He was defensive and ashamed, especially about not having the breath to inflate her. But after a round of pretend-tears, Barbie and Ken vowed to try to make their relationship work. With their good memories as sustaining as good food, they listened to late-night radio talk shows, one featuring Doctor Ruth. When all else fails, just hold each other, the small sex therapist crooned. Barbie and Ken, on cue, groped in the dark, their interchangeable skin glowing, the color of Band-Aids. Then, they let themselves go— Soon Barbie was begging Ken to try on her spandex miniskirt. She showed him how to pivot as though he was on a runway. Ken begged to tie Barbie onto his yellow surfboard and spin her on the kitchen table until she grew dizzy. Anything, anything, they both said to the other's requests, their mirrored desires bubbling from the most unlikely places.

Why was the boy praying? Because both of his parents had just been brutally murdered in front of him and he was analy defiled by the assailant and left alive to have live with the pain of seeing both of his parents be killed. He had also dropped his lollipop.

why do all good things come to an end? that is one of the mysteries of human existance.

Four Iraqis played hide and seek 17 years ago, one of them missing, why? he's still hiding.

cancer

Why did Suzie fall off the swing? Because she had no arms. Knock knock Who's there Not Suzie.

Roses are Black. Violets are Green. im going to go cut myself now

whats red and bad for your teeth... A brick.

How many 1 ft dwarfs does it take to climb up a 55 ft ladder? Only one. It's just a ladder. All you gotta do is climb up it.

what did the little boy get for christmas? nothing, he was homeless

What did little Timmy get his grandmother for Christmas? A coffin

Why was Sally rolling in the grass? She was on fire.

If god gives you lemons keep the lemon go to the store and buy oranges to make orange juice.

What's the difference between a wife and a chef? A chef has the choice to leave the kitchen.

At a feminist picnic there are no sandwiches.

man 1 walks by man 2 man 1 says hey buddy whats up man 2 responds do i know you man 1 says no but i saw seeing a movie on friday man 2 says oh cool but wasnt that movie great man 1 responds ya and man 1 and man 2 become best friends plus man 1 only liked man 2 because he was rich!!!

What do you call it when you lend money to a bison? Unitelligent, because bison do not have the ability to purchase things with money so it will most likely just eat the money.

Why did the chicken cross the road? because he was hungry and mcdonalds was across the street

Why can't Helen Keller drive a car? She's dead.

Chuck Norris doesn't call the wrong number. He calls the right number.

why did the plane crash? because fenton was driving it..."THE DEER HAD TO DIE"

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