Delivery Style: bait and switch

Bait and switch 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.

I have Bieber Feber! Wait… I’m sorry, I hab a code. When I say

I have Bieber Feber! Wait… I’m sorry, I hab a code. When I say “Bieber,” I mean “bagina.”
Boyfriends are like used car salesmen: They lie, they scam, and

Boyfriends are like used car salesmen: They lie, they scam, and they fuck your brains out in the backseat.
Last time I was in Vegas, what I *asked* for was directions to

Last time I was in Vegas, what I *asked* for was directions to the quarter slots. What I ended up with was a two-bit hooker.
Somebody once wrote, “Quality questions create a quality life,”

Somebody once wrote, “Quality questions create a quality life,” but my quality question to women I bump into at the mall, “Do you want to have sex with me?” usually results in a restraining order.
One minute we were working side by side, and the next we were in

One minute we were working side by side, and the next we were in the supply room, tearing off each others’ clothes. I guess it was just the sperm of the moment.
I should have known that the way I learned to “dissemenate”

I should have known that the way I learned to “dissemenate” information at the porn conference wouldn’t work at the PTA meeting.
I really hate people who give TMI. I hate them more than all the

I really hate people who give TMI. I hate them more than all the bloody underwear I’ve throw in the trash on account of my oozing hemorrhoids.
I was slipping into my date’s drink, but it turns out they were

I was slipping into my date’s drink, but it turns out they were laxatives.
What a mess! I thought they were roofies

What a mess! I thought they were roofies
I picked my fiance’s wedding party very carefully: someone old,

I picked my fiance’s wedding party very carefully: someone old, someone new, someone borrowed and someone I blew.