Delivery Style: dialogue

Dialogue 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.

  • Deli Salami: No Slicing Required

    A fag walks into a corner deli, takes a number, and waits his turn. Soon, his turn comes up, and the deli boy asks, “Well, what will it be today, sir?”

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    To this, the fag replies, “I’ll have a half pound of roast beef, a pound of your swiss cheese, and I’ll take that nice long salami you’ve got hanging by the window.”

    After slicing the swiss cheese and the beef, the deli boy then asks him, “Sir, would you like me to slice the salami as well?”

    To this the fag replies, “Slice the salami?! What do you think my ass is, a piggy bank?”

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  • Love Blooms in Workplace Jealousy

    “Darling,” murmured the girl to her boyfriend, “when did you first realize that you were in love with me?”

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    “Well, I suppose…” whispered the man tenderly, “it was when I started getting angry with all the other guys in the office who said you were a lousy lay.”

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  • Worst Timing Ever Beats Wife’s Infidelity

    Guy leaves the bar, hoping he can get home early enough not to piss his wife off for drinking after work. He gets home and finds his boss in bed with his wife.

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    Later, back at the bar, the guy tells the bartender the story, “Wow, that’s awful, what did you do?”

    “Well, I carefully snuck back out the door, and hightailed it back here. Shoot, they were just getting started, so I figure I got time for a couple more beers.”

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  • Potential vs. Reality: A Million Dollar Lesson

    A son asked his father: “Dad, what’s the difference between potential and reality?” (a question he was asked at school)

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    His father replied: “Go ask your mother if she would sleep with the milkman for a million bucks.”

    The son did this and returned that his mother would sleep with the milkman for a million bucks. His father said: “Now go ask your sister if she would sleep with the milkman for a million dollars.”

    The son did this and later replied: “Sis said that she too would sleep with the milkman for a million bucks.”

    His father then said: “Go ask your brother if he would sleep with the milkman for a million bucks.”

    The son, getting rather irritated, did this. He returned and said: “Ivor also said that he would sleep with the milkman for a million bucks. I am getting tired of asking people if they will sleep with the milkman. Please tell me, what’s the difference between potential and reality?”

    His father looked at him and said: “This family has the potential to make $3,000,000, but the reality is that we have two sluts and a homo in the family.” That’s the difference!

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  • Dating the Anatomically Disproportionate Guy

    “The guy I dated tonight turned out to be a sadist,” reported the girl.

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    “You mean literally–whips and that sort of thing?” asked her roommate.

    “Worse than that! The creep screwed me with a four-inch penis and then French-kissed me goodbye with an eight-inch tongue!”

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  • Magazines, Not Relationships: A Therapy Session

    David goes to see a therapist. During the session, the therapist asks, “How is your sex life?”

    “I have a lot of issues with sex,” David replies.

    “What kind of issues?” the therapist asks.

    “Oh, mostly Hustler, and Penthouse.”

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  • Japanese Restaurant Chili

    Japanese Restaurant Chili

    Guy: Hey I’d like to have some chili

    Waitress: I’m sorry sir but this is a Japanese Restaurant

    Guy: *stretches his eyes* Herro, I’d rike to have some chiri

  • Michelangelo Dicks Out

    Michelangelo Dicks Out

    “Yeah I can paint your ceiling”

    Michelangelo scoffs to himself

    “Gonna paint a bunch of dudes with their dicks out tho”

  • Medicinal Prostitute

    Medicinal Prostitute

    Me: It’s Medicinal

    Cop: first of all… that’s a prostitute

  • Dad’s Terrible Timing With Life’s Harsh Truths

    Morris asks his son, now aged 10, if he knows about the birds and the bees.

    “I don’t want to know!” the child said, bursting into tears.

    Confused, the father asked his son what was wrong.

    “Oh dad,” he sobbed, “at age six I got the ‘there’s no Santa’ speech. At age seven I got the ‘there’s no Easter bunny’ speech. Then at age 8 you hit me with the ‘there’s no tooth fairy’ speech! If you’re going to tell me now that grown-ups don’t really have sex, I’ve got nothing left to live for!”

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