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

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.

What did the squirrel say to the other squirrel? Squirrels can't talk.

your mom is so gay that...wrong, a homosexual women is considered a lesbian.

roses are blood violets are veins vampires are crazy and you are insane

How many dead babies does it take to paint a house? It depends how hard you throw them.

What did the boy with no arms or legs get for christmas? Nothing, he also had no parents.

Four homosexuals walk into a bar and theres only one bar stool left how do they all sit down on that one bar stool. They flip the bar stool around and sit down all together

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? Well that, my friend, is a good question.

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If one of us goes, all of us go. If we all go, none of us are left out.

If you stretch all your skin out in a line, you will die of blood loss or possible infection

Why did Helen Keller cross the road? To end her misery.

yo momma so fat i abuse my wife

Want to hear the best joke? Your life :,( i think i hate you?

What do you call it when Chuck Norris gambles? Chuck Norris does not gamble. That would imply the chance of losing.

why is santa so jolly? hes not hes a fictional character made up by our parents imagination

There are two muffins in an oven. The first muffin says, "Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?". The second one says, "Hey, look! A talkin' muffin!".

An Irishman and an Englishman are in a bar. Suddenly a wild Dragonite attacks. The Englishman promptly catches the pokemon and continues to enjoy his drink with his Irish friend.

What's the best Medieval job? A Jester because you get to play with balls all day.

Whats the difference between a pile of dead babies and a Lamborghini? I don't have a Lamborghini in my garage.

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.

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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