When the loaf of bread crashed the car the wife was mad. What do you think she did? She put Nutella on him toasted him and then ate him

chuck norris was shot yesterday... tomorrow is the bullets funeral.

What is your favorite color???? My mom I got u s o godd.

how do you stop a baby from crying? Slit its throat

A have a black guy in my family tree. He married my cousin a few years back

Your city streets are so bumpy that cars get flat tires when going to the gas station.

A man walks into a bar. There were no survivors.

What did Mr. Pazdzioch and Mr. Hahn and Mr. Fishers big ass do for fun? Ate Mr. Kilgores shit at shin-go-beek jamboree.

knock knock come in ok!!!!! ur an elephant oh ya i guess im not suppose to talk!

A Man: Why does it seem as though you always find what you need in the last place you look? Another Man: Probably because you don't continue to look.

Why was the boy crying. He just got raped by a llama

Why was Joe lying on the ground? Because he got shot.

one man walked into a bar and ordered a beer. when he was drinking the beer he choked and died

“Ok, time for bed” … is what I said to the empty living-room. It was getting late, and the internet no longer amused me. I picked up my cell phone, rooted through the couch cushions until I located the remote, and turned off the television that had been nothing but background noise for the last few hours. I made sure the front and back doors were securely locked, walked around the back of the couch, and turned off the only light. A tap on the screen of my phone created just enough light to keep from busting a toe on an errant table leg. Because my cats have an evil tendency to lie in the middle of the hallway, I aimed the small amount of light from my phone directly in front of my tired and shuffling feet. I’d only covered a small distance before I knew, from many nights of this same regimen, that I was getting close to the bedroom door. At this point my arm started the slow upward arc that would eventually illuminate the now pitch-black opening to the comfort of my room. The light emanating from my cell was quite dim, and this action had become quite rote, so my arc was about waist level before I noticed a slight variation of the familiar black of the open doorway. At that point, and in a disturbingly short amount of time, five things happened nearly simultaneously: My arm, the arm carrying the phone, continued to rise in its predetermined arc, having been an object in motion which would stay in motion. I released a small gasp and exclaimed to my husband that his sudden appearance in the dark had startled the breath from me. I remembered that my husband was at work. The light arc reached its apex on a face of protruding nail-like teeth. A face suspiciously bereft of eyes, with a gaping, oozing, bloody pit where a nose should have been. The light went out.

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