A priest, a rabbi and a proctologist walk into a bar. Why is there a bar lying in the middle of the sidewalk?

“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.

How many Jews can you fit in a car? 10. 3 in back, 2 up front and the rest in the ash tray.

You know what I'm thinking of right now? Eyebrows

Roses are red, Violets are blue. Go home and hang yourself.

Two men walk into a bar...They are traveling together for a convention and like pub type bars and are excited to be there.

whats worse than finding a worm in your apple. finding half of regis philbin in your apple...

What was going through the minds of the Sandy Hook victims? Bullets.

Why did the black man have sex with the white woman? Because they were married.

Why did silly Miss Sally put her baby in the dishwasher? Because she was suffering from advanced stages of Schizophrenia. She thought that her baby was a dish. Her mother, Carol watched in horror as her granddaughter was placed inside. A tear dribbled from her eye. Things had been bad, but because Sally was her daughter, she had been tolerant. Carol sobbed as the baby screamed in terror, unable to escape. Finally, Carol, tears in her eyes, called Child Protective Services on her own daughter, something she didn't want to do. When CPS representatives finally came, they were horrified at the sight of a screaming baby covered in suds with burnt skin that had been scorched by hot jets. Sally's baby, Alex was taken from her and put into foster care.

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American: Nice cowboy hat Australian: hahahahahaha American: What's so funny? Australian: You're so incompetent... American: What does incompetent mean? Australian: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/7/78/Trollface.svg/200px-Trollface.svg.png

Two muffins are being baked in an oven. One muffin says to the other muffin "Boy, it sure is getting hot in here," and the other muffin replies "yeah, that's because it's an oven."

Guest: "Why does your dog sit there and watch me eat?" Hotel Host: "I can't imagine, unless it's because you have the plate he usually eats from."

Hey I just met you you are a sneaker smell my gym socks and then pick oot throughyour nose

What is the difference?

PIED NINNY!

what did the black kid get for christmas? I dont know....whatever he wrote on his wishlist.

what is black and looks like a rasberry a blackberry

Q: What do you call a black guy that flies a plane? A: A pilot, you racist.

A man realizes the whole time he has wanted to fly like a bird. His funeral was two weeks later

If there's something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call? The Police.

What's funnier than 24? Many things, the number 24 is not very humorous.

What was so special about Anna Frank's diary? Nothing. --ZeNaziGermanDoctor

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