A seal walks into a club...and is taken in custody by animal control due to the club having a no animal policy.

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.

When Life gives you lemons... Squeeze the juice right back into Life's eyes!

Why did the girl fall off the swing? Because it was a hammer.

What has two thumbs and is very pale? A dead baby.

What's worse than getting a detention? Slavery...just kidding that was a good thing!

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

Why wasn't the woman cooking in the kitchen? Both her hands had been cut off in a severe conveyor belt accident.

What is worse than finding a worm in your apple? Me.

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What's the difference between urinating on Lady Gaga and the american flag? It would be wrong to urinate on the American flag.

Knock knock. Who's there? Black guy. Due to your skin tone I feel you may cause potential danger to me and my family, so for that reason I will not allow you to enter my home.

Yo momma's so fat, she slipped into a diabetic coma.

A black guy and Hispanic guy jump off the Empire State Building at the EXACT same time. Who dies first? Who cares?!

What do you call 2 tigers, a zebra, and a walrus? A small zoo full of 4 animals

An owl and a squirrel are sitting in a tree, watching a farmer go by. The owl turns to the squirrel and says nothing, because owls can't talk. The owl then eats the squirrel because it's a bird of prey.

Want to hear a joke? Womens' Rights

Why was the school field trip cancelled? The Holocaust.

What did my mom get for christmas? My dad, Dick in a box. My dad's name is Richard.

There was a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. They were all of equal intelligence.

"Billy Mays here!" No he's not. He's dead.

What do you do when the dishwasher is broken? Fix it, call a repair man, call the landlord, do the dishes by hand or don't do them at all... your options are endless.

Your Momma's So fat, that she is quite unhealthy, and she should stop spending her life savings at fast food restaurants. Probably should stop drinking pop as well.

Knock knock Whoes there? ...

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