Q: How did the Irishman die? A: He was old.

Why was the boy upset? His penis fell off and his mom was making him go to the library.

roses are red violets are blue some poems are good and some don't

Why was the muslim surprised? A tyrannosaurus rex bit off his legs.

What's the difference between a bicycle? An orange because it has no sleeves.

Korean man, "Hi, I'm the President of North Korea!" Man, "Oh wow! What's your name?" Korean man, "Kim."

How do you keep your dog from running away? Put it on a leash.

What is the difference between a dead baby and a watermelon? One is fun to hit with a sledgehammer while the other is just a water melon.

Hurricane sandy should have been named hurricane snooki because it ruined the jersey shore

Why was little Jimmy sad? Multiple complications including broken bones, a fractured skull, liver disease, and the fact that all his family had been gassed by the Nazis.

What do you call a cross between a dog and a bumblebee? One messed up lab experiment!

Knock knock! Who's there? Girl Scouts selling cookies! I'm not legally allowed within 500 yards of you. Please get off my property.

what did the bug say when it got ran over by a car? NOTHING, bugs can't talk

what do a black guy and a white guy have in common? neither of them are purple

Why did Suzie fall off the swing? She had no arms. Knock knock Who is there? Not Suzie

Women deserve equal rights.

What's long hard and full of seman. A submarine.

Whats worse then biting into an apple and finding a worm? Having a Hippo give you head.

Why did the pirate get kicked out of the pirate movie? He killed 7 people while looking for treasure under the seats.

“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.

knock knock whos there boo boo who? stop crying its only me! its not you, my mom has cancer, my dad was killed in a car accident, my pregnant wife has been murdered, and my uncle touches me.

Why did Susie drop her ice cream? Because she got hit by a bus. Knock knock. Who's there? Not Susie.

how do you save a black person that's drowning? you blow up their lips

Executioner: Would you like to make a statement? Mr Murderer: Yes, I would love to sing a song. Executioner: Very well. Begin. Mr Murderer: There were 6 billion in the bed, and the little one said roll over, roll over. So they all rolled over and one fell out...

Anti Joke

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