What do you call a woman who can't walk? A paraplegic.

What happened to your face? I walked into a tree

Why was the boy crying on his birthday? He was being molested by his birthday clown who he was fully aware was his alcoholic costumed father.... And it wasn't his birthday.

roses are red, violets are blue, I have a gun, get in the van

“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.

Why was the baby crying? He saw a black guy

knock knock who's there? the chicken i just crossed the road to offer you this token of appreciation for helping me screw in a lightbulb

Your mom is such a slut, she had unprotected sex at least once.

How do you make a blond cry? Rape her and kill her family.

why is my phone broken i dropped it

An ordinary man, much like your friend Brad from that one place where you used to hang out, was walking along one night, much like that night last week, and saw a star. He then wished upon that star...and kept walking.

If there are 3 black men as passengers in a car, who is driving? The person who is operating the vehicle.

what did the dog say to the muppet? WOOF

What did the apple say to the orange? Nothing. Fruits can't talk.

when ever i finish a sentence say im a man Me :i met a girl You:im a man Me: i invited her to my place You: im a man Me: we sleept together You:im a man Me:she wisperd in my ear You: im a man

A farmer accidentally trips his wife. She falls down the stairs and the farmer is quickly arrested for murder.

What did the tuna say to the fan I LIKE YOUR STOOL AHAHHAHAHHAHAH

Why was the little boy's hair messed up on picture day? Because he was brutally stabbed in the face.

Q: How many dead babies can you fit in a bath tub? A: This question has many different possible answers due to the range of sizes and shapes of bath tubs available on the market, and also depending on the size of the baby in question. It is therefore only possible to give a specific example.

roses are red Jacob's a Jew the holocaust was funny Haha f**k you

Why didn't the Mexican dwarf eat his taco? Well, he actually started, but his stomach was not big enough to finish. So, he gave half to his friend who gladly accepted the free meal.

Why did Suzy fall of the swing? She had no arms. Knock Knock Who's there? Not Suzy.

A guy with cancer walks into a bar... No one treated him any special way, it's not like he had I have cancer written on his forehead.

what's purple and tastes like a grape? a grape.

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