Delivery Style: deadpan

Deadpan 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.

  • Your Dad Was Better at It

    Growing up, my mom would never hit me or my brother.

    When I asked her why, she said, “Because your dad was better at it.”

  • Perfect for Fixing a Hot Dog

    Did you know that if your dog is running a fever, you’re supposed to give them ketchup?

    Apparently it’s perfect for fixing a hot dog!

  • The Genie, the Pianist, and the Million Ducks

    A guy walks into a bar carrying a briefcase and an old brass lamp.

    He sits down and sets both on the bar.

    The bartender pours him a drink and asks, “What’s in the briefcase?”

    The man opens it to reveal a tiny man sitting at a piano, playing beautifully.

    “Where on earth did you get that?” the bartender asks.

    The man points to the lamp. “A genie. He granted me a wish.”

    “No way,” says the bartender. “Can I try?”

    “Be my guest.”

    The bartender rubs the lamp, and out pops a genie.

    “What is your wish?” asks the genie.

    The bartender thinks for a moment and says, “I want a million bucks!”

    The genie claps his hands.

    Instantly, the bar is filled with a million ducks.

    Ducks are everywhere. On the tables, behind the bar, hanging from the light fixtures.

    The bartender stares in disbelief.

    “What’s wrong with this genie?” he shouts. “He must be hard of hearing!”

    The man takes a sip of his drink and says, “You think? Do you really believe I wished for a 12-inch pianist?”

  • Mrs Fire

    I really miss Robin Williams. He was a legend!

    Without a doubt my favorite movie of his was “Mrs Fire.”

  • It’s Pronounced Anally

    My doctor told me I’m at an age where I need a colonoscopy annually.

    I’m a bit worried. He’s a doctor and should know it’s pronounced anally.

  • The Worst Round of Golf

    Guy gets home from golf and his wife asks, “How was the game?”

    “Terrible, Dave dropped dead of a heart attack on the third tee.”

    “Oh, how awful!”

    “You’re telling me! The rest of the round it was hit a shot, drag Dave, hit a shot, drag Dave…”

  • Tom and the Alaskan Party

    After 25 years in the liquor business, Tom quits, buys 50 acres in remote Alaska, and lives in total peace with no visitors for six months.

    One day, there’s a knock. A huge, bearded man says, “Name’s Lars, your neighbor from 40 miles up the road. Having a party Friday at 5. You should come.”

    “Sounds great,” says Tom.

    Lars starts to leave, then adds, “Gonna be some drinkin’.”

    “No problem—I can handle that.”

    “Probably some fightin’, too.”

    “I get along with folks—I’ll be fine.”

    “Maybe some wild sex, too.”

    “Even better!” Tom grins. “What should I wear?”

    Lars shrugs. “Don’t matter… just gonna be the two of us.”

  • The End Was in Sight

    As soon as the hospital made me put on one of those little gowns, I knew the end was in sight.