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.”
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.
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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
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Michelangelo Dicks Out
“Yeah I can paint your ceiling”
Michelangelo scoffs to himself
“Gonna paint a bunch of dudes with their dicks out tho”
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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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Seven-Year-Old’s Budget Marriage Proposal Plan
A seven-year-old boy is sitting at the dinner table with his parents. Suddenly he announces, “Me and Janie is getting married.”
“Oh?” says the mother. “And how old is Janie?”
“Five,” replies the boy.
“And where will you live?” asks the mother.
“Well,” says the boy, “Janie’s room is bigger than my room, so we’ll live in her room.”
“How about expenses?” asks the father. “What are you going to do for money?”
“I get a dollar a week in allowance,” says the lad, “and Janie gets seventy five cents. If we put them together we’ll be okay.”
“I see,” says the father. “But what are you going to do if you have children?”
“Well,” says the boy, “we’ve been lucky so far.”
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Settling Out of Court on the Golf Course
Two queers were enjoying a pleasant round of golf when a foursome of Hell’s Angels began hitting into them from behind. One queer finally becomes angry and turns to his partner,”If those big bad boys hit into us one more time, Seymour, you fall down and act like the ball hit you very very hard in the head. We’ll just sue those naughty boys.”
Sure enough, next hole they drove the ball directly into the gay twosome. “Now, Seymour, now! Fall down. Well show them…”
The Angels walk up to the standing and lying queer and say, “What the hell’s going on here?”
“You just hurt my friend Seymour really bad, and we’re going to get a lawyer and sue you….how do you like that?”
The Angel replies, “Oh Blow Me!”
The queer exclaims, “Seymour, Seymour, get up! They want to settle out of court!”
