Delivery Style: anecdotal

Anecdotal joke delivery styles, punchline pacing, and comedy formats for people with specific chaos preferences from Chaotic Meh — organized so the algorithm can pretend this place has adult supervision.

  • Pissing Skittles

    Unfortunately, it wasn’t until after I had spent three days eating nothing but beets and asparagus, and downing enough Karo syrup to kill a horse, that I realized maybe it was actually during a dream when I came up with my super-secret formula for “pissing Skittles.”

  • The nice one with the gold sequins

    When I think back about my grandpa, I always picture him in a Wonder Woman outfit. Not his around-the-house one, but the nice one with the gold sequins.

  • Souble Standards

    When I’m sitting in a restaurant with a date and she asks, “Do you mind if I smoke?” I always feel like saying, “No, but do you mind if I sit here beside you and discreetly masturbate under the tablecloth?”

    Regrettably, I never do, since by the time she gets around to asking about the cigarette, I’m usually half finished and have no intention of stopping anyway.

  • Mother Nature and the Buttercups

    I was out playing golf and sliced a shot into a field of buttercups.

    Just as I was about to hit, I heard a voice say, “Don’t hurt any buttercups.”

    I asked, “Who are you?”

    “I’m Mother Nature. If you can chip out of this field of buttercups without harming a single one, I’ll guarantee you have butter every day for the rest of your life.”

    I said, “Screw you. Where were you last week when I sliced into a field of pussy willows?”

  • Only time would tell

    The frogs looked real. In fact, I was sure they were. But could they play those little musical instruments, especially burdened by that patina of lacquer inhibiting their movement? Only time would tell, and I had all night.

  • Top 16 Things Overheard During Saddam’s Trial

    16. “Let the record show that the defendant has entered a plea of ‘not guilty by reason of oppressive tyranny.’”

    15. “Seventeen consecutive life sentences? You can do that time standing on your head, big guy. No, really.”

    14. “Mr. Hussein, could you please tell the court why this goat looks at you so fondly?”

    13. “Call Rumsfeld. He’ll vouch for me.”

    12. “Speaking of WMDs, either we need air conditioning in this courtroom or Saddam has to quit eating prison food.”

    11. “Your Honor, Mr. Hussein would like to present evidence implicating the entire state of Florida as the true architect of recent evil.”

    10. “And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for those meddling kids and that dog!”

    9. “In Iraq, we understand that torture obtains information, murder instills fear and respect, and attempted genocide puts down rebellions — but Zabibah and the King? A completely inexcusable offense, you vile son of a dog!”

    8. “We’ll drop the charges if you’d just please tell us where a WMD is — preferably right before the election.”

    7. “Word is that his name around the cell block is Shirley.”

    6. “Would jurors number 7 and 12 please put down the RPGs?”

    5. “Well, yes, he does kind of look like Billy Joel, now that you mention it.”

    4. “He was found living in a hole and has been in prison ever since, yet he still looks healthier than Cheney.”

    3. “I would never order the deaths of my fellow citizens. However, we did respond in self-defense after an epidemic of people charged our firing squads, single file.”

    2. “Your Honor, the soldiers who found Mr. Hussein would like to apologize to the court for not shooting him instead.”

    And Topfive.com’s number one thing overheard during Saddam’s trial…

    1. “Bail is set at ‘when monkeys fly out of my butt singing show tunes.’”

  • Two Irishmen, One Bar, A Shared Past!

    Two men sat next to each other at Murphy’s Pub in London.

    “You sound Irish,” said the first.

    “Aye, that I am!” said the second proudly.

    “Faith and begorra, so am I! Where from?”

    “Dublin.”

    “Saints preserve us, me too! What street?”

    “McCleary Street.”

    “Mother of mercy… that’s my street as well! What school?”

    “St. Mary’s, class of ’64.”

    “Sweet heavens… I graduated in ’64 too!”

    Just then, a man walked in and asked the bartender,

    “What’s going on tonight, Murphy?”

    The bartender sighed.

    “Ah, nothing much… the O’Malley twins are drunk again.”

  • It definitely wouldn’t be this one

    I saw a guy carrying a screaming toddler across the parking lot.

    He noticed me looking at him and said, “He’s mine. I’m not stealing him or anything.”

    Before I could reply, he added, “If I was gonna take one, it definitely wouldn’t be this asshole.”

  • Subway Revelation: A Lengthy Mistake!

    Two things happened today.

    First, I learned that my penis is not as long as a 6-inch sub from Subway.

    Second, I was banned from my local Subway shortly after this revelation.