Delivery Style: escalating

Escalating 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.

  • How To Fall Down The Stairs

    How To Fall Down The Stairs

  • Rabbits Can Fuck Right Off Cereal

    Rabbits Can Fuck Right Off Cereal

  • Whatd You Do With the Boat

    A magician was working on a cruise ship in the Caribbean. The audience changed every week, so he repeated the same tricks.

    The only problem was the captain’s parrot, who saw every show and figured out the secrets.

    In the middle of performances, the parrot would shout: “Look, it’s not the same hat!” “He’s hiding the flowers under the table!” “Why are all the cards the Ace of Spades?”

    The magician was furious but couldn’t do anything about the captain’s bird.

    One day the ship sank. The magician ended up on a piece of wood in the ocean… with the parrot right beside him.

    They stared at each other in silence for days. Finally, the parrot said, “Okay, I give up. What’d you do with the boat?”

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  • Wheres the Girl With the Rotten Tooth

    A retired salesman named Pete gets stranded after his fishing boat capsizes in the Pacific.

    After wandering for days, he stumbles onto a small island community whose longtime mayor has just passed away.

    The town’s old preacher tells Pete that since he’s the first newcomer they’ve seen in years, he has to pass three challenges to be accepted as the new leader.

    “Alright,” Pete says, brushing off his shirt, “just tell me what I’ve gotta do.”

    The preacher walks him over to three little beach shacks and explains the rules.

    “In the first shack, there are ten gallons of our homemade moonshine, and you have to drink every drop.”

    “In the second shack, there’s a mean old gator with a rotten tooth, and you have to pull it out.”

    “In the third shack, there’s the former mayor’s daughter, and you have to satisfy her completely.”

    Pete nods and heads straight into the first shack.

    Three hours later, he staggers out, swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane, and marches toward the second shack.

    The preacher asks if he’d like to lie down for a spell, but Pete waves him off and disappears inside.

    After a long stretch of growling, crashing, and splashing, Pete finally stumbles back out, scratched up, muddy, and bleeding.

    He squints at the preacher and slurs, “Alright… now where’s the girl with the rotten tooth?”

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  • Would You Mind Getting Off Me

    A woman asks her husband at breakfast, “Would you like some bacon and eggs, a slice of toast, and maybe some grapefruit juice and coffee?”

    He declines. “Thanks for asking, but I’m not hungry right now. It’s this Viagra,” he says. “It’s really taken the edge off my appetite.”

    At lunchtime, she asks if he would like something. “How about a bowl of soup, homemade muffins, or a cheese sandwich?”

    He declines. “The Viagra,” he says. “It’s really spoiled my need for food.”

    At dinnertime, she asks if he wants anything to eat. “Would you like a juicy rib-eye steak and some scrumptious apple pie? Or maybe a rotisserie chicken or tasty stir-fry?” He declines again. “No,” he says, “it’s got to be the Viagra. I’m still not hungry.”

    “Well,” she says, “would you mind getting off me? I’m starving.”

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  • Virgil Won

    Two old brothers — Hank and Earl — had a lifelong rivalry going with their neighbour Virgil, all three of them living in the same remote corner of northern Montana, where winters were the kind of cold that made your eyebrows hurt.

    One February evening, the three of them were nursing drinks at the only bar in town, and the argument that started every year around this time broke out again.

    “Boys,” said Hank, “I’m telling you right now — my place is the coldest in the county.”

    “Ha,” said Earl. “You’ve never even spent a night in my cabin.”

    Virgil just smiled into his glass and said nothing, which irritated the other two more than any boast could.

    They agreed to end the argument once and for all. First stop was Hank’s place.

    He led them to the porch, filled a tin cup with water from the tap, and flung it into the air. It hit the ground as a solid disc of ice.

    “Not bad,” said Virgil. “Not bad at all.”

    Earl just raised an eyebrow.

    Over at Earl’s cabin, he stood in the doorway, drew a long slow breath, and let it out. The exhale left his mouth as a mist — and then clattered to the floor in a tiny frozen clump.

    “Alright,” Hank admitted. “That’s cold.”

    But Virgil still hadn’t said a word.

    When they reached Virgil’s cabin, he didn’t take them to the porch or the doorway. He took them straight to the bedroom.

    He pulled back the blankets on the bed and carefully lifted something out — a small, perfectly round ball of ice. He carried it to the kitchen, set it on a spoon, and held a lit match beneath it.

    The three of them stood in silence, watching it slowly thaw.

    And then, the moment it softened just enough —

    “FFFAAAARRRRTTT!”

    Virgil won.

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  • A Hundred Dollar Bill

    Larry gets home late one night and his wife, Linda, says, “Where in the hell have you been?” He replies, “I was out getting a tattoo.”

    “A tattoo?” she frowned. “What kind of tattoo did you get?”

    “I got a hundred dollar bill on my privates,” he said proudly.

    “What the hell were you thinking?” she said, shaking her head in disdain. “Why on earth would an accountant get a hundred dollar bill tattooed on his privates?”

    “Well,” Larry replied, “for one, I like to watch my money grow; two, once in a while I like to play with my money; three, I like how money feels in my hand; and lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks anytime.”

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  • This Is Going to Be Loud

    A blonde walked into a doctor’s office with a hole in her hand. The doctor told her that he had to report all gunshot wounds, and this was an obvious gunshot wound, so would she please explain how it happened?

    The blonde said, “Well, to be honest with you, I was trying to commit suicide, so first I stuck the gun in my mouth, but thought, wait a minute, I just had all that bridge work done, and I don’t want to ruin it. So, I pointed the gun between my eyes, and then thought, wait a minute, I just got a nose job not too long ago, and I don’t want to ruin it! Then I pointed the gun at my heart, and thought, wait a minute, I just had these boobs done, and I don’t want to ruin them! So then I stuck the gun in my ear, and thought, wait a minute, this is going to be loud!”

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  • So Blonde That

    He was so blonde that…

    – he spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice box because it said “concentrate”
    – he thought 2Pac Shakur was a Jewish holiday
    – if you gave him a penny for intelligence, you’d get change back
    – under “education” on his job application, he put “Hooked On Phonics”
    – it takes him two hours to watch 60 Minutes
    – he studied for a blood test – and failed
    – he thought Boyz II Men was a daycare center
    – he sold the car for gas money
    – when he saw the “NC-17” (under 17 not admitted), he went home and got 16 friends
    – he thinks Taco Bell is the Mexican Phone Company
    – when he was on the highway going to the airport and saw a sign that said “Airport Left”, he turned around and went home

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  • Ralph the Alligator

    A man walks into a bar, with a huge alligator on a leash. He walks over to the bar, and orders a beer. The bartender says “Sorry sir. You can’t bring that alligator in here! It’s a dangerous animal, and you’re scaring all of the patrons!”

    True enough, the man looked around, and noticed that everyone was standing on the tables, looking very nervous. “But wait!” he cried, “this alligator is tame! It wouldn’t hurt anyone!”.

    However, the bartender is adamant.

    “If”, the man continues, “I can prove that this alligator is not vicious, can he stay?”.

    “Well, I guess so”, says the bartender, “however, you’re going to have a devil of a time proving to everyone in here that that alligator is tame!”

    The man smiles, and leans over the alligator. “Ralph!”, he shouts, “Sit up!”

    With that, he beats the alligator on the head with his fist “BANG BANG BANG”. And the alligator rears up on its tail.

    “Ralph, open your mouth!” BANG BANG BANG… And the alligator opened its huge mouth wide, revealing row upon row of gleaming white teeth.

    The man pulls out his wang, and lays it in the alligator’s mouth, as the entire bar crowd gasps.

    “Ralph! Close your mouth, but DON’T BITE!” BANG BANG BANG… As the man pummels the alligator on the head, the giant mouth slowly closes, and stops juuuussttt short of biting the guy’s dick off.

    The crowd sighs, and the man says “Ralph, open your mouth!” BANG BANG BANG! and the alligator’s mouth opens wide again.

    “There,” says the man to the crowd, “now would anyone else like to try this?”

    A blonde in the back says “Yeah, I’ll try, but only if you promise not to hit me on the head so hard.”

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