Roses are red, Violets are blue. I'm wearing pants and I'm hungry

“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.

I was watching two muffins baking in an oven. One said to the other, "Wow, it's hot in here." The other one said "Wow! A talking muffin!" I went to my psychiatrist the next day, to increase the dosage on my medication.

Q. Why did the chicken cross the road A. Because he needed to get to the other side

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair, Fuzzy Wuzzy had cancer.

A wise man once said a journey of a thousand steps starts with one step. The wise man also smoked weed and starved to death in a cave.

What's green and fuzzy, has 4 legs, and if it falls from a tree it'll kill you? A pool table.

Yo momma so fat her pancreas doesn't work anymore.

How many band geeks does it take to catch a football? One, especially if he/she is on the football team.

knock knock whos their? kevin kevin who? knock knock huh? queef

What did Voldermort say to harry potter? i raped you mum last night!

Knock knock, who's there? Your mom! Oh I'm comming.

Why did the kid drop his ice cream cone?? Cause he got hit by a bus.

Q. What does FIAT stand for? A. Frenzied Italian At Traffic-lights.

What do elephants and grapes have in common? They are both purple arpart from the elephant, which is grey. I lied about it being purple

Roses are red, Violets are blue Oh, that's good to know.

what did the paraplegic get for his birthday? a bike...

why doesn't anyone like reed? who cares, no one likes reed

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

How many licks does it take to got to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop? 357

what does a horny frog say RUBIT RUBIT

******************************************************** Okay, so there were two muffins in the oven. One muffin said, "Oh my gosh! We're gonna die!" The other muffin said, "Whoa a talking muffin!" **********************************************************

What was so incredible about this bigger new oven i just bought? It could fit twice as many Jews in it. --ZeNaziGermanDoctor

How many pairs of jordans does your dad have? None, he lost both his legs in vietnam.

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